Rumor has it that been a job botched That the ball's been dropped by made of blocks Blame bounces back and forth like a But it back to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you be mistaken I abhor tortures but there will be no confessions from me My are locked like vaults Well you can call me San Andreas but it's not my
I heard the had a rendezvous Well, yes, it on by my place but it passed right through I've made mistake before, yes, I be fair I saw you drop the ball like at New Year's, Square
Where did the buck stop, it a walk Sailed like Argonauts, fled Hugonots the sea to Canada thrown like potato hot And it lands in the of the nappy head
I to my defense, counsel approach the bench Relaxed in the but I'm in the present tense by my diction, my conviction Appeals to the of the fiction
Never tell a lie, well maybe just a one But if you want to point the finger, the middle one I pass the like Lindros pass the puck Paparazzi to drag me into the muck, what the?
I don't think so, I'll sing so you get the I solemnly swear on a stack a was written and I'm just an actor Try to pull through all the like a tractor
Attractive as a scapegoat but I'm Have to find fault with the one's that came me I checked it, it was wrecked when I here But you give them an inch take a light year