You can meet me on the block, we'll stop and talk We do not get thrown we don't stop Whether or not we up on top, we still rock You can see me back on
flexin and expecting me to wanna flow I don't play that the only way that i will be playin as if I pay back you wanna play back so what you sayin You
in the ??? with a palm full of smoke Rappin' niggas ain't no joke So me to the front of the boards With an MP and piano chords Gettin' back to my evil
a promise you can't keep Tell a joke that's not too deep 'Cos I'm out of double meanings Throw me a rope that I can't reach As you lay back on your
and demanding What you're not handing out Last straw no fuse broken law There's no joking cause it's all on the news now Every channel talking on the piano
wee all the way home, home And we were always half crazy, now look at you, baby You make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme And love is a piano,
laughed at their murderous joke And the children were smothered on the stairs by the door Such a terrible sight I never did see We carried our children back
we no joke got them walkin the plank and barfs juss like tony when hes talkin to frank we be hopin out the van bags all in the back and playin it to
I won't have to serve a drink or hear another dirty joke All I want is just to be your girl Please come and get me and take me to your world [ strings - piano
Where I won't have to serve a drink or hear another dirty joke All I want is just to be your girl please come and get me and take me to your world [ piano
again? His triple jointed juke fingers splay like a scarecrow He kneels down and whistles to a fallen sparrow His eyes light up when they wheel in a piano He reads a dirty joke
they laughed at their murderous joke And the children were smothered on the stairs by the door Such a terrible sight I never did see We carried our children back
drink And I never had the courtesy to thank you Words & Music: Tracy Thorn, Ben Watt Tim Freedman: vocals, piano Stevie Plunder: guitar, vocals Andy Lewis: bass, backing
laughed at their murderous joke, While the children were smothered on the stairs by the door. Such a terrible sight I never did see, We carried our children back
{*piano roll*} [Ranking Scroo] Well I mean Man. Ranking Scroo 'long side E-40, ya hear? All crew, pick up yourself Thou respect who say, everything's
little girl cries wee wee wee All the way home You were always half crazy Now look at you baby Make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme Love is a piano
Rock] New walk in a broken sole (???), pedigree incessant Got (Gut?) the cruddy (???) frame The zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blame Cut-throats the result of pope jokes
re not handing out Last straw no fuse broken law There's no joking cause it's all on the news now Every channel talking on the piano Couldn't figure out
