(G. Liszt, based on traditional song Policeman)
Police come by banging on my door this morning
Police come banging on my door this morning
They know me by chemical
They know my Drano
They know my method
Dont know my name though
Police, banging on my door this morning
I laid down flat on my back in the bed this morning
I laid down flat on my back in the bed this morning
A big old bucket of lye
Bucket of water
Make a living a buck at a time
Buck and a dime
Buck and a quarter
Police come banging on my door this morning
Sun come up in a devilish blue this morning
Sun done come up in a devilish blue this morning
A deal went down with the devil its true
Double down
Double the devil his due
Police come banging on my door this morning
Big old jug, bottom on top this morning
Big old jug, bottom on the top this morning
Up and down town, bumping in the bleak
Shake it to bake it
Dump it in the creek
Broken down town house
Rubble in a pile this morning
Broken down town house
Rubble in a pile this morning
I burned down the town house
Rubble in a pile
If I get found out trouble and a trial
Police come but I didnt want to go this morning
Drink my liquor with a pancake cold
Can a man make silver?
Can a man make gold?
You dont need to be mad to need a method
Good to be the maker but bad to be the meth head
Police come by banging on my door this morning
Police come around banging on my door this morning
That cops so crooked hell take by the fistful
Take a look at a forty-four pistol
I didnt want to go