the other side She's a sinner, a saint She'll run it cool and hot She's a secret agent You can believe it or not She's a secret agent Believe it or
Yeah, 'bout to fly that knot Redman, Keith Murray, Erick Sermon with the, Cosmic Slop And we all pack glocks Word is Bond, word is bond, fuck around and
I gotta take a little time A little time to think things over I better read between the lines In case I need it when I'm older Aaaah woah-ah-aah Now
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8 I always done an honest job as honest as I could I
New Yersey Turnpike ridin' on a wet night 'neath the refinery's glow, out where the great black rivers flow License, registration, I ain't got none,
tryin' to win It's not a Vietnam song I know women from desert storm who came back deformed Missin' limbs and disease and they legs is numb Chemicals twice as strong as agent
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the State I'm a sergeant out on Perenville barracks No 8 I've always done an honest job honest as I could Got a brother
It all started late on a Saturday night Said who?s got the spliffs and who?s got the pint Look out the window said to my surprise Here comes the man in
It was Della and the Dealer and a dog named Jake And a cat named Kalamazoo Left the city in a pick up truck Gonna make some dreams come true Yeah, they
He's the last of the secret agents And he's my man He's the last of the secret agents And he's my man He's the last of the secret agents And he's my
Central, this is Officer Jimmy. Looks like we got two rastafarians down here on I-10, definitely some marihuana, possibly some firearms, need two squad
Momma's little jewel, just out of school Fresh from the nuns that made you Don't know why but I'm going to try To re-in-celibate you Momma's little jewel
Oh I wanna be your casual agent I wanna be your casual agent Casual agent moving by the sand Cosmetic Betty stealing from the skull Madonna dollar
All our times have come Here, but now there, gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (We can be like they are) Come on
He's found the saucer news Dead leaves always give up motion I no longer feel the motion Where prophecy fails, the fallin' motion Don't report this, agents
He cast a grim shadow Through the busy street Said, he was a junkie And he punctuated his walk with a gun Motiveless murder The papers scream The cops
You're over my shoulder, I think I'm possessed Your constant undertone, is making me toothless Times come to trim you out of my life Gonna cut you out
I come to you in a blue, blue room By some abuse and some heart You raise the blinds say, "Let's have light on life Let's watch it fall apart, let's watch
