A homeless man asked me for a dollar
He needs to know that he has more money than me
I’m drowning in debt that is deeper than the deepest sea
I won’t ask my dad for a loan because all he has is blood money
My healthy mind is worth more than any cash he’d give me
I promised myself, I wouldn’t need them any more
Not since that gave me a pat on the ass and a shove out the door
Maybe I’ll rob a liquor store, with a fake gun, I’ll ask the clerk to get on the floor
That heist should get me at least 150 bucks
That buys me 75 bottles of 2 buck chuck
With any luck I could stay drunk for 37 1/2 days
By the end of that bender, things will have to turn my way
Everyone around me say’s, hang in there, you can do it
But how can I think I can
When every time I reach for the cookie jar someone slaps my hand
Everything I own belongs to bank or the repo man
Keeping my head above water is my only plan
But I can only do it if the man stops holding me down with his powerful hands
