Shot Shot

Well hey, how's tricks man

Think I seen you before

Blank blank do ya

You looked a lot older

You been workin' out

Whats wrong with that

Well he came back and

Came marching in

Shot shot to the

He found a good reason

Do it for the money

Whats wrong with that

Control your bad side in to peril

We come down

Hold the line

You'll survive

Dead wrong

So please stop talking

Start puckering up

My ears are blank

Its the special occasions

You do it for the money

Can't go wrong with that

Explode or capsize

Provide my poet

If you're down

Town the line

You're so fine

Dead wrong