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

In Apache Pass, Prince Rupert, Injun Jack puts a gun to my
He said how do you like it now gentlemen? Hows your blue eyed boy Mr
It was Canada this time, the was 1971
I was at the club Zanzibar
In the world of knives and guns

Oh excuse me if Im boring you dear listener, 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 Prince motel room.
We were drunker than a thousand men playing lumber camp saloon.
It was Canada again, the was 1973
There were grizzly bears down main street
an amazing sight to see.

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

Oh excuse me if Im you dear listener, accept 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.
photos was a war zone crime, they were going to hack me up with machetes
a US ambassador home paid my bribe
So I played guitar with Victor
and taught a criminology on the side

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

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