Ya know, There's this park, you see, in new That's what song is about we used to grow up And, um, hang And we started moving on And started going on the We home that much But, back they had this really great idea When we hit These parks prime real estate, you see And if we could keep them We could more rent for the places around town Now, I you guys have that here around boston But, you know, in new They had great idea that there had to be a crack-down So we could sweep the park clean of the elements And we figured, could we do? Besides Perhaps we tell a song To you Through the musical And you'll know So we go I really so Well, it is...
Rich man smells smoke, he smells something burning like the odor, better put some badges on the scene Put a blue suit on everybody you see round And if don't work, we're gonna close that park down... But Yesterday a man was busted to walk his dog Cop didn't his attitude, say that he was against the law Shoot everybody with a mutt this of the town And if that don't work, we're gonna close that down... Preach on, my wounded
You know you're walkin through that park one night Whether your skin is or white And you feel that particular pressure on the back of your And the hairs on the back of your neck start to up And you a (police call) those hairs Because if you're big or Or even and surly Or if your cat's named You could be walkin through that And with the most undesirable disaster of your taxes I'm not it's gonna happen I'm not saying that it definitely happen But it could Because it has I mean, it be you Or you, or you, or you, or you Those guys back Yeah, that guy, yeah three, easily Yup, you Yup, guy guy Him Those up there Stinky or Well, of my yacking
What about truth and your mother's apple pie I it's all another part of your grand designing lie Should I tell you something so you don't end my way of life Or I come up from behind with some stolen, bloody, rusty knife maybe I should sit by and watch you kill my friends And maybe I can learn to you and hope you never end Perhaps I can learn to hate you but I I already do All I know for sure now, it's gotta be me or you While your uncle rolls his joints with his fifty dollar I'm off in other park, and I'm laughing at you still Laughing my saggy ass of at you tell me all of your stories Tell me about politics Tell me Tell me how you blame kids me