Cover Your Tracks

broke me a door to the record store took my song to number four said to the radio dj man play the song every chance you can theyll here it on the roof tops here it on the streets here it in there cars for months and weeks im high flying i took you late last friday night we gone to a bar you started a fight the glasses smashed the bottles flew every body lookin for you your stir crazy mean lady i kidnaped me a politition man stowed him away in a transit van told him my crazy demand told him i wanted to rule this land to take over stop wars rais the stakes vito united states watched ma a film with al pachino watched him kill all kinds of people guns drugs all crazy stuff columbians, cubans, putas to mister pachino they after you with your little freind scorcasy rymes cocaine lines the world is yours can you keep it watched the train go driving past looked at the clock it was quarter past cheacked my pocket for a quid or two found a fiver away i flew im lookin for you ill follow you back better cover your tracks