The Ballad Of Chief The Wino

Chief the Wino

Really has his program down.

He gets up in the morning,

And he goes to the charity,

And he gets his free hot meal,

Then he goes back to the neighborhood,

And he hangs out at the liquor store,

Then he goes off and gets all drunk,

Then he passes out in the park,

Or an alley or a doorway.

Then the next day he does it again

And it’s the same thing but everyday it’s the same.

Chief the Wino

Really pisses people off somehow

‘Cause he won’t play by their rules.

He won’t participate in their games

Where the most toys gets respect

And alcoholics belong in bars

Every happy hour after work

With a chance to have some miserable sex

Not necessarily with your spouse.

That’s the rules of society

And the Chief is a criminal

‘Cause he chose the street.

What’s the difference

Between a street bum getting drunk

And getting jerked around for minimum wage

And going out and drinking every day

To drink your paycheck to an early grave?

You have a reputation to retain.

But you’re just a wino

With a roof stuck over your head.

One heart attack or stroke and you’ll be dead

And the Chief will still be here and the same.

You’re just a wino,

An over glorified wino,

A socially acceptable wino.

Who are you to judge your peers on the curb?

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