Crime

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