Tekstovi: Willy Mason. Our Town.

Is that a guitar or a machine gun?
Don?t make me take it away.
You know I think you are a bad one.
I can tell by your face.
G-G-G-Get down on the ground now.
Don?t make me do this the hard way.
You?re just a shadow in the back seat now,
As they drive you away.

And couldn?t you see
This is no place to be
At the wrong time.
You know you?re not the only one here
Looking for some at the wrong time.
And just that look in your eyes
You?re just not quite uptight
Enough for our town.
And now don?t try to fight
Because we know that we?re right.
In our town.
Our town.

And it?s just you behind the bars now
Staring into space.
There?s time to think about each sound
And it?s effect on your face.
Time to move you to the big cell.
You?re all in this together now.
This is where the really big deals go down
Just like in the street behind the White House.

It?s easy to see
This is no place to be
At the wrong time.
And there?s a feeling in here
That spreads like a disease
That it?s the wrong time.
Just got to look in our eyes
And it?ll make you uptight
In our town.
And now the more that you fight
The more we know that we?re right
In our town.
Our town.

Now don?t you worry about your dinner, son.
That?s about the last thing on my mind.
You know it ain?t gonna be a pretty one.
What did you expect to find?
I?ve got some white bread,
Cheese spread,
And some mayonnaise.
I?ve got some white bread,
Cheese spread,
And some mayonnaise.
The judge can?t see you quite yet.
This has been a busy week for us.
Friday was a big bust.
We?re just trying to clean these streets up.

Couldn?t you see
That?s just no place to be
At the wrong time.
I think you mother
Should have never let you out at the wrong time.
We caught you looking at us
And we?re gonna bust you up
In our town.
And you know everybody?s gonna watch you
Go straight down
In our town.
Our town