2 Ugly 4 NY

I'm too ugly for New York I got chained to trouble here Yeah, I'm too cheap to buy time I got a car that don't go nowhere Don't wanna see Death strum for cash downtown Or the look on his face when the change hits the case on the ground And I can't find a bucket to kick when I need one Sometimes, it feels like the last day of sun Feels like the last day of sun I'm too honest to come clean And you're too jaded to see me through You know, you don't have to be so mean I got a knack for complainin' too See, you and me We're suckers in a vampire town With deadbeat eyes and not enough blood to go 'round And I can't find a bucket to kick when I need one Sometimes, it feels like the last day of sun Feels like the last day of sun Feels like the last day of sun Feels like the last day of sun Feels like the last day of sun Feels like the last day