Graham Cromwell - Bone Saw Lyrics

Why you gotta meddle with it
Why you always messin with me
Goin mediaeval cause it
Really diggin into me

Why you all discussing on it
Why you makin it about me
Why can't you just quit cussin bout it
Leave a sleepin dog
Just let it be

Why you gotta write about it
Why you gotta say those things
You gotta give a slight out of it
You really couldn't let it
(So honest and all)
Really couldn't let it
(Get ready to fall)
Really couldn't let it
(Just wait for the call)
Really couldn't let it be

Why i gotta answer you
I didn't want to have to say
That truth is like a cancer, dude
Gotta cut it all away

You know i got the answer too
You know I got the tool i need
Got sixteen friends to lecture you
A doctor of a special breed

So play a little music bitch
'Cause i just wrote a little solo
Play it on a bone saw baby
Play it till your head is hollow
Play it on a bone saw baby
Play it till your head is hollow

That's the way the world is now
Kiss your kids and let em know
Maybe they should ask you know
Don't pretend that you don't know

You find a bitch who's askin why
And tell 'em he don't need to know
You tell 'em with a baseball bat
Tell 'em for an hour or so

Soon enough that bitch is silent
Soon enough your word is law
And f*ck 'em all for keepin' quiet
You're dealing out the shock and awe

So play a little music bitch
'Cause i just wrote a little solo
Play it on a bone saw baby
Play it till your head is hollow
Play it on a bone saw baby
Play it till your head is hollow