Текст песни Fun Lovin Criminals - The Grave And The Constant
Fun Lovin Criminals - The Grave And The Constant слова песни
I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes inD.C. with the wing tip shoes.My boss said it was Parris or Prison, the judge said son you bettermake a decision.I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, April in Parris, hellsouth of the border. They put me together, tougher than leather. Setme on your ass because they didn`t know better.Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on.I hold the fort left, right and centerthe number running hardass punk, flygirl bender. Check the photofinish I`m in this to satisfy parole, not posing or playing the role,see I got more gumbas than Bobby De Niro and if I was you I`dact like Nixon and Spiro. So smoke your pot and drink your rockand 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.Up to no good, with no place to go but down. . .Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on.