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 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)