Rumor has it there's been a job botched That the ball's been dropped by hands made of Blame bounces back and forth a shuttlecock But give it to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you must be I abhor your tortures but there will be no confessions me My lips are like vaults Well you can me San Andreas but it's not my fault
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 must be I saw you drop the like at New Year's, Times Square
Where did the buck stop, it a walk like Argonauts, fled like Hugonots Across the sea to Canada thrown like hot And it lands in the of the nappy head
I rise to my defense, counsel approach the Relaxed in the past but I'm in the tense Acquitted by my diction, my Appeals to the fabrication of the
Never tell a lie, well maybe a little one But if you want to the finger, here's the middle one I pass the puck like pass the puck Paparazzi want to me into the muck, what the?
I don't think so, sing so you get the picture I solemnly on a stack a scriptures Script was written and I'm just an Try to through all the bull like a tractor
Attractive as a scapegoat but I'm Have to find fault the one's that came before me I checked it, it was wrecked when I here But you give them an inch they'll take a year