Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Grave And The Constant, artist - Fun Lovin' Criminals. Date of issue: 21.07.2002
Song language: English
The Grave And The Constant |
| I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes in |
| D.C. with the wing tip shoes |
| My boss said it was Parris or Prison, the judge said son you better |
| Make a decision |
| I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, April in Parris, hell |
| South of the border. |
| They put me together, tougher than leather. |
| Set |
| Me on your ass because they didn’t know better |
| Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on |
| I hold the fort left, right and center |
| The number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. |
| Check the photo |
| Finish I’m in this to satisfy parole, not posing or playing the role |
| See I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro and if I was you I’d |
| Act like Nixon and Spiro. |
| So smoke your pot and drink your rock |
| And chill where it’s shady. |
| I got more endurance than In-A-Gadda- |
| Da-Vida baby |
| Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on |
| Up to no good, with no place to go but down. |
| Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on |