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.