It's too much confusion today
What can I ensure to shy away?
And he blew his brains out with a pistol,
they say
To cover his ass or make a point someway
Meet me on
Low
Street
Meet me on
Low Street
Yeah
She'll stab me in the back,
you know she threw a hatchet
You're buried in
my chest when I turn to catch it
And my lucky days are stuck in quarantine
I thought I got some kind of warranty
Meet me on
Low Street
Meet
me on
Low Street
Meet me on Low Street
Meet me on Low Street