Paul called all of the shots
Paul made all of the deals
Paul was the one who planned it all
Blame it on Paul
Paul was my man
He was my hero I guess
But if you ask Paul why he kept me around
He'd say, "To clean up that fuckin' mess"
Always sayin' "CLean up that fuckin' mess"
It was Paul's idea
It was Paul's baby right from the start
He didn't even tell me the god damn plan
He just told me my little part
The pantyhose were tight on my head
I could barely see at all
And when the flashing lights arrived
I didn't see Paul at all
I couldn't scale that son of a bitchin' wall
I was Paul's right hand man
I guess you could say I was second in charge
But I'm the one who took the fall
And now that bastard's still at large
Monday, December 27, 2010
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