A smack on the wrists is the words from the mouth
of the outsiders, lawyers, police
And the rape, it should all be O.K.
Your father is rich, he's the judge, he's the man,
A small price to pay for the dope and the guns
he's the God that got your sentence reduced
But in the back of his mind, he well knows what
he'd find if he looked a little deeper in you
Drag the waters some more
Like never before that woman Promised you (swore) that no one had been there,
Sweet is the slice and the lips and she was going to keep it that way
your money went and so did your friends
But she's by your side, and her smile cannot hide
Let it move in, you got thin, and got high, and the premonition of the beckoning end
In with it, out with it.
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