Screwed


Well me and my ol lady pulled up out side

Knocked on the door just to say hi

Went into the garage and just as we sat down

Knock Knock Knock ... On the ground

It's the Police .. It's the Police

I did what they said and I laid flat down

That's when the officer told me . Your Gonna Go Down

You know that's yours so tell me the truth

I know you're lying and she is to

On the Ground It's the Police ..It's the Police

They took us outside to stand in the cold

Looked at my I.D and said man you look old

You're only three years older then me

But man you look like you're over fifty

Knock Knock Knock ... On the ground

It's the Police ...It's the Police

My baby said now you're just being rude

They told her shut up

And do what you're told to do

She started to cry and say some more

And that's when they told her ...On the ground

It's the Police ... It's the Police

They took us back into the house

And sat us on the couch

That's when they pulled out this big blue pouch

They said now who's is this ? We know it's yours

Well I turned my head and I said no more

On The Ground

It's the Police ... It's the Police

Rick Rhythm Williams

(c) P.H.P 12/16/2003

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