King of the sidewalk - Gehennah

I’m the first in line, a well known face, a V.I.P.

in everyplace

My goal’s set high to feel alright, get even more drink than last night

At the fucking bar the floor I hit, don’t need no chair, I’m too drunk to sit

A girl comes asking me to dance, «Of course not, whore, so kiss my ass»

The bartender refused me more to drink

So I hit him on the nose, cause his bar stinks

I try to leave but I just can’t find the door

They throw me out to an all-night pen store

In to the store, proud of myself, with empty pockets and drunk as hell

I bounce between the food and stoof, convinced I’m still not drunk enough

A six-pack beer and a porno-mag is what I need in my shopping bag

The paper of a six-pack is my royal crown

I’m the one who’s thrown out from every bar in town

King of the Sidewalk

Back in the streetlight, stolen brew in my hand

I behave like a asshole, a horrible man

Loud and unpleasant, always the worst

A king of bad manners, proud of my thirst

Bought or homemade booze, don’t really mind

Cause you’re still able to drink even if you’re blind

To see double or nothing is what I choose

As long as I can feel the taste of booze

Totally gone I sleep somewhere 'til dawn

Don’t know where I’ve been, I wake up on someone’s lawn

I find yesterday’s dinner all over my chest

On my leather jacket and on my blue jeans-vest