Bonofasitch
A baker, a shaker, a one man maker,
that’s what he claims.
I want to know the tricks of his trade,
unlock the shade.
See him run, see him hide,
what lies beneath his alibi?
Rippin tracks and writing hits,
I’ll tell you the truth he’s a son of a bitch,
I’ll tell you the truth he’s a bonofasitch.
Skin of his boots, seat of his hide,
he’ll do what it takes, and then he’ll get high.
But he’s the same, a cut from the mold,
who’s to blame for selling his soul?
See him run, see him hide,
what lies beneath his alibi?
Rippin tracks and writing hits,
I’ll tell you the truth he’s a son of a bitch,
I’ll tell you the truth he’s a bonofasitch.
Luck of the draw, one might say.
Well you get what you’ve got if you’ve got what you say.
Altruistic, we may judge him,
but let’s be honest, it’s far above him.
See him run, see him hide,
what lies beneath his alibi?
Rippin tracks and writing hits,
I’ll tell you the truth he’s a son of a bitch,
I’ll tell you the truth he’s a bonofasitch.