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