walking down the street with my head between my knees need to watch my back so i keep it right in front of me people that i meet get the product that they need i m a profit from the streets i m a product of my company pocket full of money got stung by the money bug gutter punk customers nothing much to fuss about cussin loud announcing my presence like a thunderstorm profit from the company i keep and keep my seat warm left out never that been to hell and back i can t relax until this psychopathic bastard gets his hazard pay satisfaction isn t cheap freedom isn t either so i gut the mattresses of all the happiest believers they got me dancin down the poverty line follow me blind oh yes i know child no child left behind so convince me the system is for me and not against me put simply if i ain t broken don t crucifix me up with a fix or another hit of punishment but its just a supplement if government is runnin it my tongue ll lick the last drop of medicine dependent on the dosage determined to get fed again walking down the street with my head between my knees need to watch my back so i keep it right in front of me people that i meet get the product that they need working like a dog living like middle management handling menial tasks for a boss who takes me for granted on the come up standing still is blasphemous ladder s filled with lit fuses thinking they re candle wicks let loose with the rest of the refuse while i m killing myself to serve up something nice to step to suicide sexy though who am i to stop me i d rather die a spectacle than live with no one watching  got me reaching in my pocket for product that turns a profit i promise one day i ll stop it as long as i m not one on it conscious of contradictions i m living always conflicted imprisoned by decisions that i ve made to spread the sickness can i get a witness protection program delivered to my front door and some form of forgiveness but really what s a crime if everybody does it so scrap the remorse get back to servicin the public