Lyrics

SPOKEN: A song I wrote with ducks in a dream, involving marching down Easton avenue, playing piano with Scott's mother SUNG: Drug dealers are always late That's why we sit and wait If they were early they would slow down Brother you know now Drug dealers are always late Drug dealers are always late That's why we sit and wait If they were early they would slow down Brother you know now Drug dealers are always late Drug dealers are always late That's why we sit and wait If they were early they would slow down Brother you know now Drug dealers are always late SPOKEN: It's true, it's true