Papers in the morning Bowler hat on head Walking to the bus stop He's longing for his bed Waiting with his neighbors In the rush hour queue Got to get
First I cum... then I go!!!
Ah, on sunset and vine You, you can't get arrested You, you can't get arrested You, you can't get arrested You, you can't get arrested On sunset, ah
Police:Ok niggas you got one call Easy-E:aint that a bitch you fat mother fucker let me call my home boy and get us out 7,3,9,6,6 god damn i hope this
a silver tooth Gonna get myself arrested Got some friends in my BMW Tryin' to get themselves arrested Got no time for the selfish me and you's Tryin' to get myself arrested
would And now wonder if this change has been good Falling faster all the time Stepping further passed that line If all the air has left the room Slowly sinking in this tomb Arrest
There he is They're all asleep, the fools Judas, must you betray me With a kiss What's the buzz? Tell me what's happening Hang on, Lord We're gonna
we're defeated. Arrest yourself Arrest yourself Arrest yourself Arrest yourself (make me tougher, make me suffer*) Arrest yourself (make me tougher, make me suffer) Arrest yourself (make me tougher, make me suffer) Arrest
Constables Tell his reverence your story Let us see if he's impressed You were lodging there last night You were the honest Bishop's guest. And then,
explanations Save your breath and save your tears Honest work, just reward, That's the way to please the Lord. [Fantine gives a last despairing cry as she is arrested
[CONSTABLE ONE] Tell his reverence your story [CONSTABLE TWO] Let us see if he's impressed [CONSTABLE ONE] You were lodging here last night [CONSTABLE
and save your tears `Honest work, just reward, That's the way to please the Lord.' [Fantine gives a last despairing cry as she is arrested by the constables
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] If you wanna find some action then this is the place to be If you want hell you've got it, just ask and you shall receive Move
And oh, oh, oh, life goes by With your Mardi Gras high And your tenderloin low Second hand blues and money to blow When you get tired and arrested There
giving up all of his former life And now he wants to be a dental assistant 'Cause Santa got arrested Santa got arrested Santa got arrested Last
arrest You're under arrest You're under arrest You're under arrest Why'd ya do it? You're pretty stupid The heavy stuff You're very tough You're under arrest
here before you felt the funk And we will be hear after the funky feelin's gone I'm stretchin' out on the floor, I'm stretchin' out on the floor It feels
somethings people just cant see and of all the things that are real they pretend they dont exist (i had to forget my pride) and let my destination ride