Royal Trux Up The Sleeve
Jesus came knocking
On my borrowed door
Something patched together
That he'll want some money for
The investigation
Where they keep the ice
I realized he was noddin' out
So I took myself some twice
At the end of the day
when I get back
I realize it's time to leave
It's not in the moon
Or in his face
I guess it must be up his sleeve
On the next day
Ya know I saw his wife
Tied to the cab of the truck, ya know
And begging for her life
Well the truck flipped over
when it hit a wall
She got out and she bought herself some great
At the brand new shopping mall
At the end of the day
when I get back
I realize it's time to leave
It's not in the moon
Or in his face
I guess it must be up his sleeve
