Cheapskate on a hill
A thrillseeker making deals
Sugar city urchin
Wasting time
Town of lunatics
Begging for another fix
Turning tricks for speedballs
One more night
(Chorus)
Making your rounds once again
Turning up empty-handed
Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Last up at dawn
Tight wad hill
Drugstore hooligan
Another white trash mannequin
On display to
Rot up on the hill
Living out a lie
But having the time of his life
Hating every minute
Of his existence
