Ya know, There's park, you see, in new york That's what this song is Where we used to up And, um, hang And we started moving on And started on the road We weren't home that But, back then they had this great idea When we hit parks were prime real estate, you see And if we could them nice-looking We charge more rent for the places around town Now, I know you guys have that here boston But, you know, in new They had this idea 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 a song To you Through the musical And you'll know So we go I really so Well, it is...
Rich man smoke, he smells something burning green like the odor, better put some badges on the scene Put a blue suit on you see hangin' round And if that don't work, we're gonna close that down... But Yesterday a man was trying to walk his dog Cop like his attitude, say that he was against the law Shoot everybody a mutt this side of the town And if that don't work, we're gonna close park down... Preach on, my chandler
You know when you're 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 hairs Because if big or burly Or even short and Or if cat's named shirley You could be walkin that park And meet with the most undesirable Compliments of taxes I'm not saying it's gonna I'm not saying that it will definitely But it could Because it has I mean, it be you Or you, or you, or you, or you Those guys there Yeah, guy, yeah definitely three, easily Yup, you Yup, guy guy Him Those up there or scarface Well, of my yacking
What about your truth and your apple pie I guess it's all another part of your designing lie Should I tell you something pretty so you don't end my way of Or should I come up from behind some 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 Perhaps I can to hate you but I think I already do All I know for sure right now, it's be me or you While your uncle rolls his joints with his fifty bill 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 your Tell me about politics me anything Tell me how you your kids me