1. Slow Drag


Well do the Black Jack
Bring me some bloody knives
Don’t you know they got me working
It’s just a tax on life
And can’t you see the boss man
Drive a Mercedes Benz
Oh well I guess he got the money
But he ain’t got no friends

They tell you how you gotta look from in the fashion mags
They got living by the book – make riches out of rags
Oh honey, sure ain’t my bag
Oh baby, it’s a slow drag

And you know I got a hit man
Living on my block
And you know he’ll flash a smile at you
As long as you don’t talk
And he thinks we’re all suckers
The way we’re living know
Guess he’ll dress up in a sharp suit
And do his own thing now