Ya know, There's this park, you see, in new That's this song is about Where we to grow up And, um, hang And we started moving on And started going on the We home that much But, back then they had this great idea When we hit These parks prime real estate, you see And if we could them nice-looking We could charge more rent for the 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, what we do? vote Perhaps we tell a song To you Through the medium And then know So we go I hope so Well, it is...
Rich man smells smoke, he smells something burning Doesn't like the odor, better put some on the scene Put a blue suit on you see hangin' round And if don't work, we're gonna close 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 work, we're gonna close that park down... on, my wounded chandler
You know when walkin through that park one night Whether your is black or white And you feel that pressure on the back of your head And the hairs on the back of neck start to stand up And you a (police call) those hairs Because if big or burly Or short and surly Or if your named shirley You could be walkin through that And meet the most undesirable disaster Compliments of taxes I'm not saying it's gonna I'm not saying it will definitely happen But it could it has happened I mean, it be you Or you, or you, or you, or you Those guys there Yeah, that guy, yeah Those three, Yup, you Yup, guy guy Him Those guys up Stinky or Well, enough of my
What about truth and your mother's apple pie I guess it's all another part of your grand lie Should I tell you pretty so you don't end my way of life Or should I come up from behind with stolen, bloody, rusty knife maybe I should 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 know for sure right now, it's be me or you While your uncle rolls his joints with his dollar bill I'm off in other 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 blame kids me