rest in peace wit' 'em At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em The last breath of the words of death Was the rhythm Now throw you hands in the
in peace wit' 'em At least when he left he'll know what hit 'im The last breath of the words of death, was the rhythm Now, throw you hands in the air
Is grand If Josephine had left Napoleon and climbed in my lap I'd say, "Go back to Nap" I'd rather lead a band [patter:] A saxophone, a slide trombone A bass
of tricks Politics and Politics Politics and Politics Politics a bag of tricks Politics, Politics,... Waiting for the kill Outstretched hands Open hands Outstretched hands
wash our hands Watching the movie we'll ask how the people might have known Let it happen there without a fight Kept driving on quietly home Left the
borrow some duct tape I wanna borrow a mic cable bass in your face (ugh!) bass in your face (ugh!) bass in your face (ugh!) bass in your face (
He's gonna win the race With his six-string bass. You're gonna give him a chase, man, You left the devil breathless. You want him 'till I tap your tits
