Lyrics

Let's whack that stoolie and Crown me as a king We've wasted so much time Morning changes everything Don't look in the shower Don't look for the kids Every morning paper will know Exactly what you did And all that guilt Will make you wilt Like a flower stuck in sand The backroom boys are praying While you're asleep Every tie that binds was born Right here on the street If you want to be there when The plans are laid Use twenty dollars for A haircut and a shave And all that guilt Will make you wilt Like a flower stuck in sand Say how ya doin' baby I ain't got much time This is how the story ends When you drop a dime The sweat on my forehead The cramps and the pain What the hell was I thinking This liefestyle's insane And all that guilt Will make you wilt Like a flower stuck in sand With every drink The glass is clean And all that guilt Will make you wilt Like a flower stuck in sand Like a flower Like a flower Like a flower Like a flower stuck in sand!