Pro-Pain - The Stench of Piss lyrics

Look, there's "Hard-Luck" Willie
He begs for bucks sometimes
He ain't never bothered nobody
And nobody bothered to hand him a dime
He don't wanna work
'Cause he looks like a bum
And he stinks like a Turk
But he'll survive, they say
To urinate where you eat someday

Leave this life behind you, honey
And don't you ever come back
These streets are paved with violence
Broken dreams, and vials of crack
So sick of living in a city
Where ignorance is truly bliss
Mass transit, Penn Station, ass rancid
With the stench of piss

The stench of piss the stench of piss
The stench of piss the stench of piss
The stench of piss

Why do they call him Willie?
And what will he do for money?
Will he sell his ass and get cash for sex?
What will he think of next?
Got a couple of johns on file
He was willing to serve with a smile
So, he sold himself for the price of a fix
And the next day, Willie called in sick

Leave this life behind you, honey
And don't you ever come back
These streets are paved with violence
Broken dreams, and vials of crack
So sick of living in a city
Where ignorance is truly bliss
Bus terminal, Port Authority, porta-potty
With the stench of piss

The stench of piss the stench of piss
The stench of piss the stench of piss
The stench of piss

They cry as they lie in their filth
I call it a crime
So drunk they can drown in their puke
Of bile and wine defecation, in general
Can heat-seal your nose with a kiss
So, don't bother holding your breath
Inhale some of this

Some of this some of this
Some of this some of this

The stench of piss the stench of piss
The stench of piss the stench of piss
The stench of piss

Oh! Take a whiff!