The Grave And The Constant lyrics
Song information
Artist: Fun Lovin Criminals Album: Come Find Yourself
Lyrics
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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