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Husker Du - Vice lyrics
* organized by Rhino comp. for convenience regardless of original
(conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse)
 Vice (4X)
 You have the right to remain silent
 Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law
 You have the right for an attorney
 If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney
 an attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest
 Crime, it pays real nice
 But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice
 It pays once in money, twice in years
 in the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears
 And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich
 in the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch
 It's money or time so make up your mind
 Vice (6X) [Miami!] Vice, Vice 
 Vice (6X) [Miami!] Vice, Vice
 Vice (6X)
 Fraud, the girl he adored
 Turned out to be another dirty old broad
 Took all the money, told all the lies
 I heard she even, slept with other guys
 Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two
 But every lie she told he knew to be true
 He loves his honey, but she loved money
 Vice (6X)
 Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go
 They said in Miami it'll never snow
 Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand
 It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram
 Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry
 The air that they breathe the food that they buy
 They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie
 Husker Du - Vice - http://motolyrics.com/husker-du/vice-lyrics.html
 Vice (6X) [Miami!] vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice [Miami!]
 Vice (6X) Vice, Vice
 Vice (6X) Vice
 Vice (6X)
 The mob, a full time job
 Known to extort and steal or rob
 Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth
 And now he's the boss workin for his self
 For all the blood money that he did earn
 It made him take lives with no concern
 But soon he would learn that next is his turn
 Prostitution, it's a low down shame
 How any girl, would wanna play that game
 From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host
 But the lady's got a condo out on the coast
 She thought that the hole, was better than gold
 Now she worked on her back til she got too old
 Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh
 Vice (6X)
 It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air
 And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there
 Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets
 Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it
 My eyes got wide as they pulled away
 I said, "Who are you the cops?" He began to say
 "No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!"
 Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise
 The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives
 People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle
 Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures
 Con man fencer, arson is a trip
 Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book
 And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!
(more variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)








