I got 'round to singing 'bout

this gang of gin I'm in

then you'll know most certainly

the kind of game i'm in



just talking 'bout

just slinging 'bout

the gang of gin, I'm rollin' in, oh

then you'll know, the kind of state I'm in



who will buy my beautfil roses

who will buy my beautiful so-ong

who will buy my beautfil roses

who will buy my beautiful so-ong

oh in a nutshell

in a nutshell, no

in a nutshell

in a nutshell



I got 'round to singin' 'bout

this gang of gin I'm in

oh then you'll know

the kind of game i'm in



she was getting pally

with the scally in the alley

giving head for gear

called a spade a spade

got a slit from ear to ear



who will buy my beautiful roses

who will buy my beautiful so-ongs

who will buy my beautiful roses

who will buy my beautiful song



well I show no decorum

spill my heart out on the forum

it's like a snapshot of

the most tragic day

I would tell you my story,

but treachery it bores me

carl and mcgee both promised me

it would not happen this way



carl is kept sedated

the frontman elevated

and Mcgee doing all he can

to ruin my band

and keep me out the way



in this industry of fools,

muscle men and ghouls

if you're not a puppet or a muppet

then you might as well call it a day,

ay-ay



the truth it gets distorted

the wall scrapings get snorted

I'm welcome back

if I give up crack

but you gave me

my first pipe anyway, no

can't show no decorum

post left on the forum

it's like a snapshot of

the most tragic day

oh yay