Lyrics Crime - MR. DREAM

Crime

It’s a crime, the way they chop up my girlfriends
It’s a sign, we shouldn’t fight anyway
We got time, to dig em out of the dustbins
They’re not mine, but i’ll dig em out anyway
It’s like a twist
It’s in the wrist
It might get weird so don’t flake
So stuffed with sound
So pound for pound
So old you just can’t kill
It’s a crime, the way they chop up my girlfriends
It’s a sign, we shouldn’t fight anyway
Too cold to drink
Too fat to sink
Too old but not antique yet
We pushed 'em down
We took the mound
We put our foot on it
Come on, judges, it’s in your hands
I won’t blab on but I can’t stand-
All the crime, and ways they chop up my girlfriends
It’s a sign, we shouldn’t fight anyway
Shouldn’t fight anyway