Testo di Lay Down Your Weapons

The sound of numbers Last Time, 5-4-3-6-2-1-8-9 It's over, I've served, my time Certainly am ready to walk the straight line Ive been a locked up a long time baby, since I was nine Paid the piper for naughty naughties Now I'm ready to kick start my life Combing the sand Lay down, lay down, oh women They'll be scoping me with my six pack frame Fly me a first class, I be off to Hawaii, Lay down, lay down, the island Welcoming me, with a coconut honey Sure a lotta people here at the airport Lotta people be waiting in line I think I'll light me up a Cuban cigar One for now, then one for the ride Ive been a locked up a long time baby, since I was nine I just got out yesterday man, bought myself this New York steak knife Here comes the badge Lay down, lay down your weapons, Or well bag you here at the baggage claim Hey, you've got the wrong man, please stop dealing in absolutes Lay down, lay down your weapons I saw handcuffs then it clicked in me They're never ever gonna gonna catch me I never once did anything wrong Instead of pleasantly asking a question You threaten me, and say I am wrong Make your demands Lay down, lay down your weapons, Or this loved one here gets it in the head I was a baby born into hard times You ain't taking me, you ain't taking me, You ain't taking me, you ain't taking me