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