Yeah, Nadine I was scared
Something about a black man with a machine gun
Make you wish you said your prayers
It was Nigeria
The year was Nineteen Sixty-Nine
I was teaching criminology
Played a little guitar on the side
verse 2
Indian Jack puts a gun to my head
He said, "How do you like it now gentlemen?
How?s your blue eyed boy, Mr Dead?"
It was Canada this time
The year was Nineteen Seventy-One
I was performing at the Club Zanzibar
In the neon world of knives and guns
Oh, excuse me if I?m boring you, dear listener
Accept my humble apology
You may think I?m just a folk singer, no
I?m a master in the art of criminology
verse 3
In a Prince George motel room
We were drunker than a thousand white men
Playing lumber camp saloon
It was Canada again
The year was Nineteen Seventy-Three
There were grizzly bears walking down main street
What an amazing sight to see
verse 4
The devil he?s got angles
But god is an expressionist
He got the devil strangled
Down in purgatorian limbo in hell
Ahh, them southern rip joints just like that
God?s waiting room is full of painters and poets
And old black jazz saints in pork pie hats
Well, excuse me if I?m boring you, dear listener
Accept my humble apology
You may think I?m some jive folk singer, no
I?m a master in the art of criminology
Instrumental
Verse 5
So, I got off a plane in Nigeria
It was Nineteen Sixty-Nine
Arrested by Ton Ton Macoute
Taking photos was a war zone crime
They were gonna hack me up with machetes
A US ambassador, come home, paid my bribe
So, I played guitar with Victor Uwaifo
Taught a little criminology on the side
Yeah, that?s my story and I?m sticking to it
No regrets, no surrender, no apology
I know a little bit about a lot of things
I?m a master in the art of criminology
Yeah, that?s my story and I?m sticking to it
No regrets, no surrender, no apology
I know a little bit about a lot of things
I?m a master in the art of criminology
Outro
Criminology
Criminology
Criminology