Lyrics:
the skin at the base of his finger was pale
Impatiently tapping and telling his tale
Much clearer than any ol' telegram
And I found it strange that he didn't
the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune
of did)
Went and fucked my nigga's bitch
I admit, I admit that I did (I did it)
I fucked my girlfriends bestfriend (oh)
Yeah I tapped that in the back
’s at the conference table)
What went on in the dark
Has come to light
Tell me who's to blame
And what’s his name?
You can point your finger
But you gotta remember
Once in the country there was a little boy; every morning that he
would go to the table with his little two sisters and brothers, you know,
he
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit.
It was now Mid-August which meant he had
Been separated from Marsha for more than two months.
Two months,
finger to her head.
Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could
barely breathe. His skin felt prickly from the heat,
and buried, back on the side of the road
Sometimes I wonder why I tapped him on his shoulder
He changed my heart to its core
And I compare him to a runaway
cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn-yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
But all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune
and clashed in the dark inn yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be
seated
At the conference table
(He's at the conference table)
But when only the dark
Has come to night
Tell me who's to blame
And what's his name
what I've been through and
We all say that we're so brave yet we hide just the same
And I got lost and impatiently waited, sedated, today by the table
the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark innyard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune
cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn-yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
But all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune
And his face became spotty
Yes his face became spotty
And his voice dropped down low
And things started to grow
On young Brian and show
He was certainly no
table
(He's at the conference table)
What went on in the dark
Has come to light
Tell me who's to blame
And what's his name?
You can point your
I'm sittin' at the table countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
to think of what he would say to his boss to explain
The abandonment of his office for the past week or so.
He washed his hands, ran his fingers through his
But he wants it
The Dalai Lama wants it
He clicks his fingers and in lumber
Four giant pandas
Who lift up the table at his end
And tilt
The last ball
create and tape
A series for me
Lyrically he not hard, fuck Akh bars (Akbar)
The ratchet that'll blow his top
Off I call Teairra Mari
It couldn't be
Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had,
or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so
old about
Come on, sit down, have a beer with Jesus
He's just gone and tapped another keg
It'd be rude not to take one
Lord's just gone and poured your first
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
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