Mike Downey

Judge On The Horn
You better watch what you wish for You might get what you wanted You been stoned like a sophomore Exactly what you paid for You might find me in your hometown using the scissors on the corners or Licking up the taverns or fucking in an auto I been crooked from the day I was born You ran to me screaming, “The judge is on the horn” He reminded me I had time to be confused I recalled I've never gone it alone You can reel around the resource, lending your hand in my disasters I heard you crying through the payphone It only kills me faster and I might walk around our old town if I wasn't tripped up on your phone bills My heart needed a beat, not a drum fill We barely made it through the intro From Letras Mania