Somewhere in the World It's Midnight (Street Sweeper Social Club)

Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock Time to get out of school and think Somewhere in the world it's 5pm And quittin time means it's time to drink Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig But somewhere in the world it's midnight And the guerrillas just shot two pigs Somebody needs to bottle This adrenaline Throw death the middle fin Stompin through your suburbs Like coke, meth, and riddling Streetlights and little sins We fight for little yen Despite the bitter end And ignite carcinogens This here's a little shot of Can't-Be-Stopped A lot o' Fuck-You-Pay-Me A little Fuck-The-Cops Cuz them parasites'll suck your wop And bankrupt your flock Chuck you overseas to duck the glock And in the gallows of San Quentin The officials were smitten By the smooth, suave way Which my initials were written So they paid no attention That the scribbled transmission Read "Imma get outta here, Pray I don't get ammunition" Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock Time to get out of school and think Somewhere in the world it's 5pm And quittin time means it's time to drink Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig But somewhere in the world it's midnight And the guerrillas just shot two pigs Sometime the night falls just so You can't see the scars Discourse between the stars Is dialogue of stolen DVD players and VCRs I know a corner- if you say "cocaine" They claim that you takin the lord's name In vein I cam to spit flames Until this shit change Until we switch games The streets drown in pain Now Y'all might just drink and fuck to this Let's knuckle up and deconstruct the shit Imma show you what they dysfunction is They need some nickel-plated acupuncturists Vile and vulturous Let's get tumultuous And bring a multitude To where their luncheon is Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock Time to get out of school and think Somewhere in the world it's 5pm And quittin time means it's time to drink Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig But somewhere in the world it's midnight And the guerrillas just shot two pigs