Lyrics

Don't stress about the sauce on the sidewalk
There is still real work to be done
In the judge's chambers
The crooks are laughing
You hope to God
You're not the only one

Don't stress about the sauce on the sidewalk
There is still real work to be done
In the judge's chambers
The crooks are laughing
I hope to God
I'm not the only one

I can steal your rattle
You can rattle my cage
But there will still be
Two sides at the end of the day
If we could just agree to disagree
Things would go a lot more smoothly