Put on hat and coat and take A down the street I think bound to be surprised By all the bodies you The bowels of the pot of shit While a guy does your a sponge and his spit The on the highway try to forget That jeopardized the lives of the guys they met will shoot you up and stuff You down a pipe hole they wouldn't touch your body With a ten foot
Stick em up, stick em up, the drawer Said the to the owner of the liquor store I was some wine When I heard the pops and a patron started "Someone the cops" The were called, and we were told to wait But the death toll rose because the cops were The ran out,and he was gone in a flash He got with the murder, And out the cash
The hurts, the truth hurts, And fairy tales are like a book The truth hurts, the truth Just open your and take a look, son
Let's take a trip to the lower side There's a junkie in a place the freaks reside He shoots the shit, and gets the rent paid With government checks and lots He his kids about once a week And his wife's on her death bed as we She prays for little everyday But the boy is infected and the O.K. Jackin' in the while the city sleeps You play lor fun and they for keeps There's a thief in the hood just to pop And a kid in a Cadillac to cop and couple vials of coke And he sweat it out cause the fine's a joke In a matter of it was a real done deal It's back to the burbs the shit ain't real
But the hurts, the truth hurts, And fairy tales are written like a The truth hurts, the hurts, just open your and take a look, son