Well, they called me a little so and so and so, yeah Now hummin' a different tune Oh, this is a job for a stupid man Smoke it down to the filter and put it out on your hand Them cops was lined up about a week long all down the road True crime homosexual gangster men were, were piled up on my living room floor Well I'm gonna get my own rifle down, and point it on in your eye And huff a big long breath, and shoot it Shoot it and, and shoot it and shoot it and, and shoot it and shoot it and shoot it and shoot it I'll call the cops on my own self, figure out a way to please those men I'll play detective, I'll play bloodhound, sniffin' up clues with my nose in the mud Down here in my shantytown, leave you alone, for the rest of my life By the time I got my ass up off the grass and on the sidewalk Made my way toward the house, well I realized they made their way home I know this shit will continue