Vin Skully

For every problem life shames, a faithful friend to share for every side A sweet song and an answer for each prayer You and I have been friends for a long time Big grip, get flipped Hand over fist, that's quick Snake oil salesman with the pitch, that's slick Ain't no tellin' when it end No matter the spin, I know when I got a hit That's it, that shit get sent over the fence I'm home, another run on the road, look how I slid I remember the cold and shruggin' 'til I was sore inside the crib I don't know what it is I remember the ghost inside of the crib Hosin' down the problem with gin and tonic Had to stay afloat in a bottomless pit The trick is to stop fallin' Only option to start with a step, bet Son of father and death Big mama with the vision of sorrow, now I know why they wept I watched it brew into a quarrel, I know just what to bet Now we havin' like Dewey Cox out in the shed I had to unify all the plurals in pairs I promise you truly don't want no parts of this shit A couple sides with us got me outta some jams I had to style a little so the killers could laugh Big grip, get flipped Hand over fist, that's quick Snake oil salesman with the pitch Ain't no tellin' when it end No matter the spin, I know when I got a hit That's it, that shit get sent over the fence I'm home, another run on the road, look how I slid I remember the cold and shruggin' 'til I was sore inside the crib Now I know what it is I remember You know everybody has their different, uh, ways and, what they use 'em for But we'll let them explain that to you