Get down, turn around,
Skinny Boy is on his knees;
and I can't figure out
what I need to do to please you.
There's a man in Brooklyn
who police are messing up 'til dawn,
while The Man in California gives them semi-automatic guns.
And we can't even function
when we're not in a band.
I'm not eating well (as if I didn't have the time),
and I don't do pharmaceuticals, so I got no excuse for the crime,
But they're eating them in Brooklyn
and the hot California sun,
when police in California get their semi-automatic guns.
And how many rounds will they get off
before you get up your hands?
Oh, we can't even function
When we're not in a band.