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 did'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 Califonia 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.