Bone To Pick
Get Outta Town
I'm tellin you once and I ain't kiddin' 'round
you got two weeks to get outta town.
Gonna give you two weeks 'til I break out the plow
and set the scarecrow free from his stake in the ground.
So long! Roll on.
The plow is greased and it's ready to crease- better get outta town.
Tell me daddy, are you happy now?
Got yer back to the wall, one kick sends you down.
That ol' black magic has spun silk in my head.
It's much too late to turn back whats been done and said.
No kinda cash deflects the lash.
If you choose to play- there's hell to pay. Are you happy now?
The alarm's been set for the monkey and the pet. You got two weeks till-
I know that a man's gotta make his ends meet, but you soiled your sheets.