Get down, turn around,

Skinny Boy is on his knees;

and I can't figure out 

what I need to do to please you.



There's a man in Brooklyn

who police are messing up 'til dawn,

while The Man in California gives them semi-automatic guns.



And we can't even function

when we're not in a band.



I'm not eating well (as if I didn't have the time),

and I don't do pharmaceuticals, so I got no excuse for the crime,



But they're eating them in Brooklyn 

and the hot California sun,

when police in California get their semi-automatic guns.



And how many rounds will they get off

before you get up your hands?



Oh, we can't even function

When we're not in a band.