Lyrics

Rumor has it that there's been a job botched That the balls been dropped by hands made of blocks Blame bounces back and forth like a shuttlecock But give it back to me and it gets ill got Oh no, you must be mistaken I abhor your tortures, but there will be no confessions from me My lips are locked like vaults Well you can call me San Andreas, but it's not my fault I heard the rumor had a rendezvous Well yes it came on by my place but it passed right through I've made mistakes before yes I must be fair I swear I saw you drop the ball like that New Years Times Square Where did the ball drop it took a walk Sailed like Argonauts, fled like Huguenots Across the sea to Canada thrown like potato, hot And it lands in the hands of the nappy head I rise to my defense, counsel, approach the bench Relaxed in the past, but I'm in the present tense Acquitted by my diction my conviction Appeals to the fabrication of the fiction Never tell a lie, well maybe just a little one But if you wanna point a finger, heres the middle one I pass the buck like Lindros pass the puck Paparazzi, wanna drag me into the muck, what the! I don't think so I, I sink so you'll get the picture I solemnly swear on a stack of scriptures Script was written and I'm just an actor Tryin to pull through all the bull like a tractor Attractive as a scapegoat, but I'm sorry Have to find fault in the folks that came before me I checked it, it was wrecked when I arrived here But give them an inch; they'll take a light year