Crime - MR. DREAM

It’s a crime, the way they chop up my girlfriends

It’s a sign, we shouldn’t fight anyway

We got time, to dig em out of the dustbins

They’re not mine, but i’ll dig em out anyway

It’s like a twist

It’s in the wrist

It might get weird so don’t flake

So stuffed with sound

So pound for pound

So old you just can’t kill

It’s a crime, the way they chop up my girlfriends

It’s a sign, we shouldn’t fight anyway

Too cold to drink

Too fat to sink

Too old but not antique yet

We pushed 'em down

We took the mound

We put our foot on it

Come on, judges, it’s in your hands

I won’t blab on but I can’t stand-

All the crime, and ways they chop up my girlfriends

It’s a sign, we shouldn’t fight anyway

Shouldn’t fight anyway