The Pot - Tool

The Pot

Tool

Lyrics:

Who are you to wave your finger?

You must have been out of your head

Eye hole deep in muddy waters

You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle

Then burn the evidence down

Soapbox, house of cards and glass

So don't go tossin' your stones around

You must have been high

You must have been

Foot in mouth and head up ass

So what you talkin' 'bout?

Difficult to dance 'round this one

'Til you pull it out, boy!

You must have been so high

Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference

Kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo

Got lemon juice up in your eye

When you pissed all over my black kettle

You must have been high, high

Who are you to wave your finger?

So full of it

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters

Fuckin' hypocrite

Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me what's the difference?

Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo

Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye

When you pissed all over my black kettle

You must've been!

So who are you to wave your finger?

Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?

You must have been out your mind!

Weepin' shades of indigo shed without a reason

Weepin' shades of indigo

Liar, lawyer, mirror for you, what's the difference?

Kangaroo be stoned. He's guilty as the government

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo

Got lemon juice up in your eye, eye!

Now when you pissed all over my black kettle

You must've been high, high, high, high

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters

Your balls deep in muddy waters

Ganja, please, you must have been out your mind!

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Letra:

¿Quién eres tú para agitar el dedo?

Debes haber estado fuera de tu mente

Ojo profundo en aguas turbias

Prácticamente resucitaste a los muertos

Roba la tumba para nevar la cuna

Luego quema las pruebas

Púlpito, casa de naipes y cristal

Así que no vayas lanzando tus piedras por ahí

Debes haber estado drogado

Debes haber estado

Pie en la boca y cabeza en el culo

Entonces, ¿de qué estás hablando?

Difícil bailar alrededor de esto

¡Hasta que lo saques, chico!

Debes haber estado muy drogado

Robar, pedir prestado, referir, guardar tu inferencia turbia

El canguro colgó al jurado con el inocente

Ahora estás llorando sombras de añil engañosas

Tienes jugo de limón en el ojo

Cuando me measte encima de mi pote negro

Debes haber estado drogado, drogado

¿Quién eres tú para agitar el dedo?

Tan lleno de eso

Ojos hundidos en aguas turbias

Maldito hipócrita

Mentiroso, abogado, espejo, muéstrame cuál es la diferencia

El canguro colgó al culpable con el inocente

Ahora estás llorando sombras de añil engañosas

Tienes jugo de limón en el ojo, ojo

Cuando measte encima de mi pote negro

¡Debes haber sido!

Entonces, ¿quién eres tú para agitar el dedo?

¿Quién eres tú para agitar tus gordos dedos hacia mí?

¡Debes haber estado fuera de tu mente!

Llorando sombras de añil derramadas sin razón

Llorando sombras de añil

Mentiroso, abogado, espejo para ti, ¿cuál es la diferencia?

El canguro está colgado. Es tan culpable como el gobierno

Ahora estás llorando sombras de añil engañosas

Tienes jugo de limón en el ojo, ojo

Ahora, cuando measte encima de mi pote negro

¡Debes haber estado drogado, drogado, drogado, drogado!

Ojos hundidos en aguas turbias

Tus huevos profundos en aguas turbias

Ganja, por favor, ¡debes haber estado fuera de tu mente!

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