Ya know, There's park, you see, in new york what this song is about Where we used to up And, um, hang And then we started on And started on the road We weren't home much But, back then they had this really idea When we hit These parks prime real estate, you see And if we keep them nice-looking We could charge more rent for the places around Now, I know you have that here around boston But, you know, in new They had this great idea that there had to be a So we could sweep the park of the undesirable elements And we figured, could we do? Besides Perhaps we could a song To you Through the musical And then you'll So we go I hope so Well, it is...
Rich man smells smoke, he smells something green Doesn't like the odor, better put some badges on the Put a blue suit on everybody you see hangin' And if that don't work, we're close that park down... But Yesterday a man was busted trying to his dog Cop like his attitude, say that he was against the law everybody with a mutt this side of the town And if that don't work, we're gonna that park down... Preach on, my wounded
You know when you're walkin through park one night Whether your skin is black or And you feel that pressure on the back of your head And the on the back 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 your cat's shirley You could be walkin that park And with the most undesirable disaster Compliments of your I'm not saying it's happen I'm not saying that it will definitely But it happen Because it has I mean, it be you Or you, or you, or you, or you guys back there Yeah, guy, yeah definitely three, easily Yup, you Yup, guy guy Him Those guys up Stinky or Well, of my yacking
What about truth and your mother's apple pie I guess it's all another part of 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 maybe I can learn to love you and 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 his fifty dollar bill I'm off in other park, and I'm laughing at you still Laughing my ass of at you baby C'mon me all of your stories Tell me your politics Tell me me how you blame your kids me