Ya know, There's this park, you see, in new That's what song is about Where we to grow up And, um, around And then we moving on And started on the road We weren't home that But, back then they had this really great we hit town These parks were prime estate, you see And if we could them nice-looking We could charge more rent for the places town Now, I know you have that here around boston But, you know, in new They had this great that there had to be a crack-down So we could sweep the park clean of the undesirable And we figured, what we do? Besides Perhaps we tell 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 something burning green Doesn't like the odor, better put badges on the scene Put a blue on everybody you see hangin' round And if that don't work, we're gonna that park down... But Yesterday a man was busted trying to his dog Cop didn't like his attitude, say that he was the law Shoot everybody with a mutt this side of the And if that don't work, we're gonna that park down... Preach on, my chandler
You know when 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 on the back of your neck start to stand up And you a (police call) Trust hairs Because if you're big or Or short and surly Or if your named shirley You could be walkin through that And meet with the most undesirable Compliments of your I'm not saying it's gonna I'm not saying that it will definitely But it could it has happened 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 up there Stinky or Well, enough of my
What your 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 some stolen, bloody, rusty Well maybe I should sit by and you kill my friends And I can learn to love you and hope you never end Perhaps I can learn to 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 dollar bill I'm off in some other park, and I'm at you still my saggy ass of at you baby C'mon tell me all of stories Tell me about politics me anything Tell me how you blame your me