Rumor has it that been a job botched That the been dropped by hands made of blocks Blame bounces back and forth like a But give it back to me and it ill got
Oh no, you be mistaken I abhor your tortures but there be no confessions from me My lips are locked like Well you can call me San Andreas but it's not my
I heard the had a rendezvous Well, yes, it came on by my place but it passed through made mistake before, yes, I must be fair I saw you drop the ball at New Year's, Times Square
did the buck stop, it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, fled like Across the sea to Canada thrown like hot And it lands in the hands of the head
I rise to my defense, counsel approach the Relaxed in the but I'm in the present tense by my diction, my conviction Appeals to the of the fiction
tell a lie, well maybe just a little one But if you want to the finger, here's the middle one I pass the puck like Lindros pass the Paparazzi want to drag me into the muck, the?
I don't think so, sing so you get the picture I solemnly swear on a stack a Script was written and I'm just an Try to pull through all the like a tractor
as a scapegoat but I'm sorry Have to find fault with the one's came before me I checked it, it was when I arrived here But you them an inch they'll take a light year