Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Chubby and The Gang
Riding through the dead of night
On every corner is a shocking sight
You’ve gotta learn to protect yourself
You can't be thinking about no one else
Beat, beat, beat that drum
Don't let them take you for no run
Beat, beat, beat that drum
Getting tucked in ain't no fun
Some things in life are grey
I didn't want to do it but I did it anyway
Like a moth to the flame
You've only got yourself to blame
Beat, beat, beat that drum
Don't let them take you for no run
Beat, beat, beat that drum
Getting tucked in ain't no fun
This ain't a one way street
You came to use your hands, but you should've used your feet
Blood on the floor, blood in your mouth
Things for you really did go south
Where once you stood, oh so proud
Empty vessel really does sound loud
Beat, beat, beat that drum
Don't let them take you for no run
Beat, beat, beat that drum
Getting tucked in ain't no fun
This ain't a one way street
You came to use your hands, but you should've used your feet
What's the matter, you don't want to play?
What's the matter, you don't want to play?