Get a Faceful
Robert Pollard
All my accusations
Throw them out, it's all right
I’ll just find some new ones
And friends can be bought
And games be thrown
Like words, like phones
Do you lose control?
Get a faceful, keep it uptight
Do you risk parole with a convict's soul?
Get a faceful, wear it with pride
To the straightened head, to the beat on it
To the not full rate 'til the truth freaks you out
Let them shine