Текст песни: The Grave And The Constant + перевод

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.

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.

I’m up to no good, with no place to go but down.. .Getting it on to the grave

spot, getting it on, getting it on, getting it on. We’re up to no good,

with no place to go but down.. .

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