Lyrics of One out of thousand

Spinning around in a summers day
Fled with the money that i robbed today
I spend it as fast as it comes
Whorehouse, bitches, bars and junks

They're mad at me and my attitude
An alcoholic and his point of view
Reform who do not conform
And here i go again on my own

I don't mind if you want stay
23 hours we're locked away
70 bucks and we conversate
But the sickness fund crossed out his name

Blame him for what he became
And throw them all back into jail
A therapist made him explain
Encourage me to violate