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I had a gun pointed at my head on several occasions, Yeah I was scared.
Something about a black man with a machine gun make you wish you your prayers,
It was Nigeria, the year was
I was criminology,
a little guitar on the side.

In Pass, Prince Rupert, Injun Jack puts a gun to my head
He how do you like it now gentlemen? Hows your blue eyed boy Mr Dead?
It was Canada this time, the year was
I was performing at the club
In the neon world of and guns

Oh excuse me if Im you dear listener, accept my humble apology.
You may think Im just a folk singer, no, Im a in the art of criminology.

When died, the Indians cried in a Prince George motel room.
We were drunker than a thousand white men playing camp saloon.
It was Canada again, the was 1973
There were grizzly bears down main street
an amazing sight to see.

well the devil rides a cubist horse, the devil hes got
but God is an expressionist, he got the devil strangled down in purgatorian limbo in
Ahh them rip joints just like that
Gods waiting is full of painters and poets
and old black saints in pork pie hats

Oh excuse me if Im boring you dear listener, my humble apology.
You may Im some jive folk singer, no, Im a master in the art of criminology.

So I got off a plane in Nigeria, it was 1969. by Ton Ton Macoute.
Taking photos was a war zone crime, they were going to me up with machetes
a US ambassador come home my bribe
So I guitar with Victor Uwaifo
and a little criminology on the side

thats my story and Im sticking to it
No regrets, no surrender, no
I know a little bit about a lot of
Im a in the art of criminology
Yeah thats my and Im sticking to it
No regrets, no surrender, no
I know a bit about a lot of things
Im a master in the art of

No regrets, no surrender, no
I know a little bit a lot of things
Im a in the art of criminology