Spent my last dollar,
about three a. m.
Trying to catch a ride to
the promise land.
On my last cigarette, not
a friend in sight.
Trouble over my shoulder.
It’s going to be a long
long night.
Walking these streets you
see a different side of the good life.
Mr. Parker left his wife
and kids at home while his needs were torn.
Livin the good life.
Ain’t what it seems.
Having money.
Isn’t everything.
Woman on the corner
Standin’ by a
streetlight.
Selling her dignity for a
pocket of change.
But it’s really to
sustain her chemical bliss.
Try another bottle of
good times, picture this.
Used to be prom queen
Head of her class
Little Miss Pristine
Voted never to come in
last.
‘Til that day she crossed
the wrong tracks
Now she’s never coming back.
Livin’ the good life.
Ain’t what it seems.
Having money.
Isn’t everything.
Livin the good life.
Ain’t what it seems.
Having money.
Isn’t everything.
Livin’ the good life.
Ain’t what it seems.
Having money.
Isn’t everything.