This mister strolls into some town
This mister strolls into some shitty township
Like Moses
The town-folk like the Red Sea
Like Moses
The people like the Red Sea
Ah, my, mistake!
He does not stroll!
He does not stride!
He smokes into town, god-damn!
(He smokes into town)
Like dust with boots on!
Well, he's looking around and it'll make him smile
He's pushin' them around
(Because it makes him smile)
It makes him smile!
He's looking around and smiling
He's pushin' them... (around)
(Pushin' them around)
It makes him smile, well
These bastards' disgrace is conspicuous
They creep away
Like Moses
The town-folk like the Red Sea
Like Moses
The people like the Red Sea
Like Moses
The locals like the Red Sea
Like Moses
