Sloppy

You’ve got away with murder
You’ve got an itchy finger
Even when your brain’s the trigger
Even in disgrace, you can be afraid
Bang it on your face where you can stand in place
Where you can ride the merry-go-round
It don’t stop, it don’t ride
You’ve got an accusation
You’ve got a sound solution
You’ve got an execution
Sloppy in its execution
Even in disgrace, you can be afraid
Bang it on your face where you can stand in place
Where you can ride the merry-go-round
And don’t stop, it don’t ride
You’ve got to find this buck son
You’ve got a broad assumption
You’ve got a business function
In your companion’s dungeon
Even in disgrace, you can be afraid
Bang it on your face where you can stand in place
Where you can ride the merry-go-round
And don’t stop, it don’t ride