Mama's Boy

Living in the suburbs, living like a bitch 
I used to think that living meant making it rich, 
I'd never learn to toil I'd never learn to see 
that somehow reality was catching up to me 

Two years later how far have I come, 
I'm living in the streets people call me a bum 
I used to be a chooser now I'm a loser 
No other means of misery I've got to compare 

Hey there mister, you got any cash? 
I promise if you spot me some I'll make it last 
Think of it again I could use a bit 
Some people call it heroine, I call it shit 

Beggars can be choosers but choosers can't be beggars 
I'm living proof it happens almost everyday 
Now i'm sitting in the corner trying to catch a wink 
What you go through out here can really make you think 

I'm a mama's boy living in the streets 
I never thought that garbage could ever taste so sweet