Rumor has it that there's been a job That the ball's dropped by hands made 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 there be no confessions from me My lips are locked like Well you can call me San but it's not my fault
I heard the rumor had a 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 ball like at New Year's, Times
Where did the buck stop, it a walk Sailed like Argonauts, fled like Across the sea to thrown like potato hot And it lands in the hands of the head
I rise to my defense, counsel approach the Relaxed in the but I'm in the present tense by my diction, my conviction Appeals to the of the fiction
Never a lie, well maybe just a little one But if you want to point the finger, here's the one I pass the puck like Lindros the puck Paparazzi want to drag me into the muck, what
I don't think so, sing so you get the picture I swear on a stack a scriptures was written and I'm just an actor Try to pull all the bull like a tractor
Attractive as a scapegoat but I'm to find fault with the one's that came before me I it, it was wrecked when I arrived here But you give an inch they'll take a light year