Song | Our Town |
Artist | Willy Mason |
Album | Where The Humans Eat |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Is that a guitar or a machine gun? | |
Don’t make me take it away | |
You know I think you are a bad one | |
I can tell by your face | |
Get down on the ground now | |
Don’t make me do this the hard way | |
You’re just a shadow in the back seat now | |
As they drive you away | |
And couldn’t you see | |
This is no place to be | |
At the wrong time | |
You know you’re not | |
The only one here looking for some | |
At the wrong time | |
And just that look in your eyes | |
You’re just not quite uptight | |
Enough for our town | |
And now don’t try to fight' | |
Cause we know that we’re right | |
In our town, our town | |
And it’s just you behind the bars now | |
Staring into space | |
There’s time to think about each sound | |
And it’s effect on your face | |
Time to move you to the big cell | |
You’re all in this together now | |
This is where the really big deals go down | |
Just like in the street behind the | |
White House | |
It’s easy to see | |
This is no place to be | |
At the wrong time | |
And there’s a feeling in here | |
That spreads like a disease | |
That it’s the wrong time | |
Just got to look in our eyes | |
And it’ll make you uptight | |
In our town | |
And now the more that you fight | |
The more we know that we’re right | |
In our town, our town | |
Now don’t you worry about your dinner, son | |
That’s about the last thing on my mind | |
You know it ain’t gonna be a pretty one | |
What did you expect to find? | |
I’ve got some white bread | |
Some cheese spread | |
And some mayonnaise | |
I’ve got some white bread | |
Some cheese spread | |
And some mayonnaise | |
The judge can’t see you quite yet | |
This has been a busy week for us | |
Friday was a big bust | |
We’re just trying to clean these streets up | |
Couldn’t you see | |
That’s just no place to be | |
At the wrong time | |
I think you mother | |
Should have never let you out | |
At the wrong time | |
We caught you looking at us | |
And we’re gonna bust you up | |
In our town | |
And you know everybody’s | |
Gonna watch you go straight down | |
In our town, our town |
Is that a guitar or a machine gun? | |
Don' t make me take it away | |
You know I think you are a bad one | |
I can tell by your face | |
Get down on the ground now | |
Don' t make me do this the hard way | |
You' re just a shadow in the back seat now | |
As they drive you away | |
And couldn' t you see | |
This is no place to be | |
At the wrong time | |
You know you' re not | |
The only one here looking for some | |
At the wrong time | |
And just that look in your eyes | |
You' re just not quite uptight | |
Enough for our town | |
And now don' t try to fight' | |
Cause we know that we' re right | |
In our town, our town | |
And it' s just you behind the bars now | |
Staring into space | |
There' s time to think about each sound | |
And it' s effect on your face | |
Time to move you to the big cell | |
You' re all in this together now | |
This is where the really big deals go down | |
Just like in the street behind the | |
White House | |
It' s easy to see | |
This is no place to be | |
At the wrong time | |
And there' s a feeling in here | |
That spreads like a disease | |
That it' s the wrong time | |
Just got to look in our eyes | |
And it' ll make you uptight | |
In our town | |
And now the more that you fight | |
The more we know that we' re right | |
In our town, our town | |
Now don' t you worry about your dinner, son | |
That' s about the last thing on my mind | |
You know it ain' t gonna be a pretty one | |
What did you expect to find? | |
I' ve got some white bread | |
Some cheese spread | |
And some mayonnaise | |
I' ve got some white bread | |
Some cheese spread | |
And some mayonnaise | |
The judge can' t see you quite yet | |
This has been a busy week for us | |
Friday was a big bust | |
We' re just trying to clean these streets up | |
Couldn' t you see | |
That' s just no place to be | |
At the wrong time | |
I think you mother | |
Should have never let you out | |
At the wrong time | |
We caught you looking at us | |
And we' re gonna bust you up | |
In our town | |
And you know everybody' s | |
Gonna watch you go straight down | |
In our town, our town |
Is that a guitar or a machine gun? | |
Don' t make me take it away | |
You know I think you are a bad one | |
I can tell by your face | |
Get down on the ground now | |
Don' t make me do this the hard way | |
You' re just a shadow in the back seat now | |
As they drive you away | |
And couldn' t you see | |
This is no place to be | |
At the wrong time | |
You know you' re not | |
The only one here looking for some | |
At the wrong time | |
And just that look in your eyes | |
You' re just not quite uptight | |
Enough for our town | |
And now don' t try to fight' | |
Cause we know that we' re right | |
In our town, our town | |
And it' s just you behind the bars now | |
Staring into space | |
There' s time to think about each sound | |
And it' s effect on your face | |
Time to move you to the big cell | |
You' re all in this together now | |
This is where the really big deals go down | |
Just like in the street behind the | |
White House | |
It' s easy to see | |
This is no place to be | |
At the wrong time | |
And there' s a feeling in here | |
That spreads like a disease | |
That it' s the wrong time | |
Just got to look in our eyes | |
And it' ll make you uptight | |
In our town | |
And now the more that you fight | |
The more we know that we' re right | |
In our town, our town | |
Now don' t you worry about your dinner, son | |
That' s about the last thing on my mind | |
You know it ain' t gonna be a pretty one | |
What did you expect to find? | |
I' ve got some white bread | |
Some cheese spread | |
And some mayonnaise | |
I' ve got some white bread | |
Some cheese spread | |
And some mayonnaise | |
The judge can' t see you quite yet | |
This has been a busy week for us | |
Friday was a big bust | |
We' re just trying to clean these streets up | |
Couldn' t you see | |
That' s just no place to be | |
At the wrong time | |
I think you mother | |
Should have never let you out | |
At the wrong time | |
We caught you looking at us | |
And we' re gonna bust you up | |
In our town | |
And you know everybody' s | |
Gonna watch you go straight down | |
In our town, our town |