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