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.