Conditions of My Parole Songtext
von Puscifer

Sweet baby Jesus on fire
I might need a damn lawyer and a miracle to pull my ass out of this
Devil kept poking the parole, so I shipped her ass to Mozambique
′Cause I was over it

Shoulda dumped my gat into the Verde
But what if she's a zombie or a Dracula, I better hang onto this
Lordy, with my hand upon the bible, swear I shot the damn devil, not a bitch
But the popo don′t give a shit

Lordy, won't you show a little mercy
I've been on the straight and narrow since the judge and the warden done parole me
Rat poison, devil kept poking, so I shipped her ass to Mozambique
′Cause I was over it


Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Lost my head a bit
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Please, help me out of this

Goddamn judge found me guilty of public intoxication
Public urination and parole violation
But the CSI couldn′t find the body to corroborate my bullshit story

Sweet Jesus, don't let the judge release me
What if she′s a zombie or a Dracula a trap for every man?
Devil walked away from my bangin' trip to Mozambique

Help me out of this
Help me out of this
Help me out of this
Help me out of this
Sweet liars