Ya know, There's park, you see, in new york That's this song is about Where we used to up And, um, around And then we moving on And going on the road We home that much But, back then they had really great idea we hit town These were prime real estate, you see And if we could keep nice-looking We could charge more for the places around town Now, I know you guys have that around boston But, you know, in new had this great idea that there had to be a crack-down So we could sweep the park clean of the undesirable And we figured, what we do? Besides Perhaps we could a song To you Through the medium And then you'll So we go I hope so Well, it is...
Rich man smells smoke, he something burning green Doesn't the odor, better put some badges on the scene Put a blue suit on you see hangin' round And if don't work, we're gonna close that park down... But Yesterday a man was busted trying to his dog Cop didn't like his attitude, say he was against the law Shoot everybody with a mutt side of the town And if that don't work, we're gonna close park down... on, my wounded chandler
You know when you're walkin through park one night your skin is black or white And you feel that particular pressure on the back of your And the hairs on the back of your start to stand up And you a (police call) those hairs Because if big or burly Or even and surly Or if cat's named shirley You be walkin through that park And meet the most undesirable disaster Compliments of your I'm not it's gonna happen I'm not saying that it definitely happen But it happen Because it has I mean, it be you Or you, or you, or you, or you Those guys there Yeah, that guy, yeah Those three, Yup, you Yup, guy guy Him Those guys up or scarface Well, enough of my
What about your truth and mother's apple pie I guess all another part of your grand designing lie Should I tell you pretty so you don't end my way of life Or should I come up behind with some stolen, bloody, rusty knife Well maybe I sit by and watch you kill my friends And I can learn to love you and hope you never end Perhaps I can to hate you but I think I already do All I know for right now, it's gotta be me or you While your uncle rolls his joints with his fifty bill I'm off in some other park, and I'm laughing at you my saggy ass of at you baby C'mon tell me all of your me about your politics Tell me Tell me how you your kids me