Rumor has it that there's a job botched That the ball's been by hands made of blocks Blame back and forth like a shuttlecock But it back to me and it gets ill got
Oh no, you be mistaken I your tortures but there will be no confessions from me My lips are like vaults Well you can call me San Andreas but it's not my
I heard the had a rendezvous Well, yes, it came on by my place but it passed right I've made before, yes, I must be fair I saw you drop the ball like at New Year's, Square
Where did the buck stop, it took a Sailed like Argonauts, like Hugonots Across the sea to Canada thrown potato hot And it lands in the hands of the head
I rise to my defense, counsel approach the Relaxed in the but I'm in the present tense by my diction, my conviction Appeals to the fabrication of the
Never tell a lie, well just a little one But if you want to point the finger, the middle one I pass the puck like Lindros the puck Paparazzi want to drag me into the muck, the?
I don't so, I'll sing so you get the picture I solemnly swear on a a scriptures Script was written and I'm an actor Try to pull through all the like a tractor
as a scapegoat but I'm sorry Have to find fault with the one's that before me I checked it, it was wrecked I arrived here But you give them an inch take a light year