Nova Mob - Puzzles lyrics

Well, the man of the law He sits alone in his shack And then along come two Two shots in the back Well, we're united for peace But separated by color Well, the victim is he Whose wits and weapons are duller We've got so little rope We've got so short a tether We built this city on some hope These kind of puzzles do not fit together, yeah Well, there's Bloods on the street And there's Lords up in heaven Police are walking their beat And no quarter is given And a little girl screams Some man, he yells, "Stop the presses" We've interrupted these dreams And nobody confesses We dig so many holes We bury so much treasure We lost so many souls These kind of puzzles do not fit together, yeah Oh yeah Mother waits for the first And baby's on probation The whole system is cursed And it tears at the nation There are young men and boys Separated by ages They spend the rest of their days In state and federal cages Well, if I ran this town Well, it would be my pleasure We'd burn this s**er down These kind of puzzles do not fit together, yeah Not fit together, yeah Not fit together, yeah Not fit together, yeah Fit together, fit together