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I had a gun pointed at my on several occasions, Yeah Nadine I was scared.
Something about a black man with a gun make you wish you said your prayers,
It was Nigeria, the year was
I was criminology,
playing a little 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 was 1971
I was performing at the club
In the neon of knives and guns

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

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

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

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

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

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

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