Lay Down Your Weapons - Scissors For Lefty

The sound of numbers

Last Time, 5−4-3−6-2−1-8−9

It’s over, I’ve served, my time

Certainly am ready to walk the straight line

Ive been a locked up a long time baby,

Since I was nine

Paid the piper for naughty naughties

Now I’m ready to kick start my life

Combing the sand

Lay down, lay down, oh women

They’ll be scoping me with my six pack frame

Fly me a first class, I be off to Hawaii,

Lay down, lay down, the island

Welcoming me, with a coconut honey

Sure a lotta people here at the airport

Lotta people be waiting in line

I think I’ll light me up a Cuban cigar

One for now, then one for the ride

Ive been a locked up a long time baby,

Since I was nine

I just got out yesterday man,

Bought myself this New York steak knife

Here comes the badge

Lay down, lay down your weapons,

Or well bag you here at the baggage claim

Hey, you’ve got the wrong man,

Please stop dealing in absolutes

Lay down, lay down your weapons

I saw handcuffs then it clicked in me

They’re never ever gonna gonna catch me

I never once did anything wrong

Instead of pleasantly asking a question

You threaten me, and say I am wrong

Make your demands

Lay down, lay down your weapons,

Or this loved one here gets it in the head

I was a baby born into hard times

You ain’t taking me, you ain’t taking me,

You ain’t taking me, you ain’t taking me