Songtext von Park Bench

you were swaying on your feet, trying to light a smoke waiting on a bus, you got nowhere to go you were sleeping in the park in a dirty sweatpants suit the cops woke you up, now you gotta move walking around wearing a motorcycle helmet up and down the same streets you walked yesterday wild irish rose can make a mean world almost decent it's an illusion handcuffs quickly take away there ain't enough room in this city for a guy who wants to drink himself to sleep under the stars there will always be some shit bag to remind you right where you are, right where you are.