My Garelli

I've got scrap Hidden everywhere But no junkyard, that I could keep it in Just a collector with an empty chest No bullet proof vest hidden anywhere No bullshit flag waving in the air No agenda, no agenda No bullet proof vest hidden anywhere No bullshit flag waving in the air I've got a double-side knife under my Garelli Just in case someone catches me sweating Got an old set of dice, so she can keep betting And we can keep on keepin' on, keep on keepin' on I keep a knife under my Garelli Just in casе someone catches mе sweating Got an old set of dice, so we can keep betting And we can keep on keepin' on, keep on keepin' on Most of us dig holes But not really Gettin' closer to that gravestone No fifty Rolling around in the Chinatown alley Get a bullet train straight to my tombstone Is anyone home? Most of us dig holes But not really Gettin' closer to that gravestone No fifty Rolling around in the Chinatown alley Get a bullet train straight to my tombstone I've got a double-side knife under my Garelli Just in case someone catches me sweating Got an old set of dice, so she can keep betting And we can keep on keepin' on, keep on keepin' on I keep a knife under my Garelli Just in case someone catches me sweating Got an old set of dice, so she can keep betting And we can keep on keepin' on, keep on keepin' on Ohh Double-sided knife under my Garelli Just in case someone catches me sweating Got an old set of dice, so we can keep betting And we can keep on keepin' on, keep on keepin' on