[Geno]

..it ends up being a solo act.

Plainly embarrassed, head palmed, frustrations apparent
Staring at passers by, ignoring requests for change they could spare him
Another day on the terrace, dirty, sweating, craving surely a beer
He wasnt always as fortunate, he used to slave towards his career
He made a choice years ago, not to follow the trend
Not to bend or conform socially, and picked up the bottle instead
Hes met failure, head to head, until it got the best of his pride
Hed never accept rejection again, it nestled on the rebel inside
Why's a man slide, and slither in failure you ask him?
This lifestyle chose him, he simply wears it with fashion
Actions he took as a teen, fiend, alcoholic by traits
He made his bed, and prepped early to be tossed with the snakes
Hated work, earning money, and he aquired the rep
Of being in debt, a jobless bum, overslept, with get fired intent
I guess some are satisfied, with accomplishing nothing
But hell die a happy man, cause he got what was coming