Sloppy

You've got a way with words 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