You'll never know

How to escape the road

But that police got a code

To tell when we got the bums

We don't got no guns

Only thing is a pun

But we got shot for that too

Not we sittin in jail cleanin that foo

Of all the stupid things that I've done

We ain't done nothin with that pun

It's called a little bit of paint

Till we sit and wait

Till it's done, but we don't do it as guns

It's just a little fun

Till someone gets hurt

Then we all on the couch

Missin our spouse

But what they don't know

Is that we are gonna escape this road.