Ya know, There's this park, you see, in new That's what this is about Where we to grow up And, um, hang And we started moving on And going on the road We weren't home that But, back then they had this great idea we hit town These parks prime real estate, you see And if we keep them nice-looking We could charge more rent for the around town Now, I you guys have that here around boston But, you know, in new They had this idea that there had to be a crack-down So we sweep the park clean of the undesirable elements And we figured, could we do? vote Perhaps we could a song To you the musical medium And you'll know So we go I hope so Well, it is...
Rich man smells smoke, he something burning green like the odor, better put some badges on the scene Put a blue on everybody you see hangin' round And if that don't work, gonna close that park down... But Yesterday a man was trying to walk his dog Cop didn't like his attitude, say that he was the law Shoot with a mutt this side of the town And if don't work, we're gonna close that park down... on, my wounded chandler
You know you're walkin through that park one night your skin is black or white And you feel that particular on the back of your head And the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up And you a (police call) Trust those if you're big or burly Or even and surly Or if your cat's shirley You could be through that park And meet with the undesirable disaster Compliments of taxes I'm not saying it's happen I'm not saying it will definitely happen But it could Because it has I mean, it be you Or you, or you, or you, or you Those back there Yeah, that guy, definitely three, easily Yup, you Yup, guy guy Him Those guys up or scarface Well, of my yacking
What about your and your mother's apple pie I guess it's all part of your grand designing lie Should I tell you pretty so you don't end my way of life Or should I come up behind with some stolen, bloody, rusty knife Well maybe I should sit by and watch you my friends And maybe I can learn to you and hope you never end Perhaps I can to hate you but I think I already do All I know for right now, it's gotta be me or you While your uncle rolls his joints with his fifty dollar I'm off in some other park, and I'm at you still Laughing my saggy ass of at you C'mon me all of your stories Tell me your politics me anything Tell me how you your kids me