I got 'round to singing 'bout this gang of gin I'm in then you'll know most certainly the kind of game i'm in just talking 'bout just slinging 'bout the gang of gin, I'm rollin' in, oh then you'll know, the kind of state I'm in who will buy my beautfil roses who will buy my beautiful so-ong who will buy my beautfil roses who will buy my beautiful so-ong oh in a nutshell in a nutshell, no in a nutshell in a nutshell I got 'round to singin' 'bout this gang of gin I'm in oh then you'll know the kind of game i'm in she was getting pally with the scally in the alley giving head for gear called a spade a spade got a slit from ear to ear who will buy my beautiful roses who will buy my beautiful so-ongs who will buy my beautiful roses who will buy my beautiful song well I show no decorum spill my heart out on the forum it's like a snapshot of the most tragic day I would tell you my story, but treachery it bores me carl and mcgee both promised me it would not happen this way carl is kept sedated the frontman elevated and Mcgee doing all he can to ruin my band and keep me out the way in this industry of fools, muscle men and ghouls if you're not a puppet or a muppet then you might as well call it a day, ay-ay the truth it gets distorted the wall scrapings get snorted I'm welcome back if I give up crack but you gave me my first pipe anyway, no can't show no decorum post left on the forum it's like a snapshot of the most tragic day oh yay