| Well, they called me a little so and so and so, yeah
|
| Now hummin' a different tune
|
| Oh, this is a job for a stupid man
|
| Smoke it down to the filter and put it out on your hand
|
| Them cops was lined up about a week long all down the road
|
| True crime homosexual gangster men were, were piled up on my living room floor
|
| Well I’m gonna get my own rifle down, and point it on in your eye
|
| And huff a big long breath, and shoot it
|
| Shoot it and, and shoot it and shoot it and, and shoot it and shoot it and
|
| shoot it and shoot it
|
| I’ll call the cops on my own self, figure out a way to please those men
|
| I’ll play detective, I’ll play bloodhound, sniffin' up clues with my nose in
|
| the mud
|
| Down here in my shantytown, leave you alone, for the rest of my life
|
| By the time I got my ass up off the grass and on the sidewalk
|
| Made my way toward the house, well
|
| I realized they made their way home
|
| I know this shit will continue |