Down by Law

People come on, it’s all in your charm
Forget about the things you do
A world of harm at the length of your arm
Every crime depends on you
Hello, buckle the bible, I’m ready to roll
Here we go, but I’m not an angel like you
I’ve fallen with a (soundft baum?) in your arm
Do you break or do you tango?
Will you grow a beard, hang around and talk queer
Or join us on our way to Mexico?
Don’t you know, do what you do, you know I need you so
Let me go, whatever you’re up to on your own
Cause I sold your car and your fucking guitar
And this is how I look when I’m in trouble
Back from Florida alive
They put me in the chair and I survived
Back from Florida alive
They put me in the chair and I survived