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Fun Lovin Criminals lyrics The Grave And The Constant 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, 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. 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 or 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 smoke your pot and drink your rock 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. Up to no good, with no place to go but down. . . Getting it on to the grave spot, getting it on. Other Fun Lovin Criminals lyrics: The Fun Lovin' Criminal lyrics Passive Aggressive lyrics Scooby Snacks lyrics Smoke 'Em lyrics Bombin' The L lyrics I Can't Get With That lyrics King Of New York lyrics Bear Hug lyrics Come Find Yourself lyrics Crime And Punishment lyrics Methadonia lyrics Up On The Hill lyrics Love Unlimited lyrics The View Belongs To Everyone lyrics Korean Bodega lyrics Back On The Block lyrics 10th Street lyrics Sugar lyrics Southside lyrics We Are All Very Worried About You lyrics All For Self lyrics All My Time Is Gone lyrics Big Night Out lyrics Mini Bar Blues lyrics |