Rumor has it that been a job botched That the ball's been dropped by hands of blocks Blame bounces and forth like a shuttlecock But give it to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you be mistaken I abhor your tortures but will be no confessions from me My lips are locked like you can call me San Andreas but it's not my fault
I heard the had a rendezvous Well, yes, it came on by my but it passed right through I've made before, yes, I must be fair I saw you drop the ball like at New Year's, Square
did the buck stop, it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, fled like the sea to Canada thrown like potato hot And it lands in the hands of the nappy
I to my defense, counsel approach the bench Relaxed in the past but I'm in the tense by my diction, my conviction Appeals to the of the fiction
tell a lie, well maybe just a little one But if you want to point the finger, the middle one I pass the puck like pass the puck Paparazzi want to drag me into the muck, what
I don't think so, I'll sing so you get the I solemnly swear on a stack a Script was written and I'm just an Try to pull through all the like a tractor
as a scapegoat but I'm sorry Have to find fault with the one's that came me I checked it, it was wrecked when I here But you them an inch they'll take a light year