Текст (слова) песни: Fun Lovin Criminals - The Grave and the Constant
I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes in D.C. with the wing tip shoes. My boss said it was Parris or Prison and the judge said: "son you better make a decision." I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, April in Parris, hell south of the border. They put me together, tougher than leather. Set me on your ass because they didn`t know better.
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on. (4x)
I hold the fort left, right and center the number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. Check the photo finish I`m in this to satisfy parole, not posing not playing the role, see I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro and if I was you I`d act like Nixon and Spiro. So drink your rock and smoke your pot and chill where it`s shady. I got more endurance than In-A-Gadda- Da-Vida baby.
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on. (4x)
I`m up to no good, with no place to go but down. . .(6x)
Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on. (4x)
We`re up to no good, with no place to go but down. . .(13x)
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