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Puzzles

This song is by Nova Mob and appears on the album Nova Mob (1994).

Well, the man of the law
He sits alone in his shack
And then along come two
Two shots in the back
Well, we're united for peace
But separated by color
Well, the victim is he
Whose wits and weapons are duller

We've got so little rope
We've got so short a tether
We built this city on some hope
These kind of puzzles do not fit together, yeah

Well, there's Bloods on the street
And there's Lords up in heaven
Police are walking their beat
And no quarter is given
And a little girl screams
Some man, he yells, "Stop the presses"
We've interrupted these dreams
And nobody confesses

We dig so many holes
We bury so much treasure
We lost so many souls
These kind of puzzles do not fit together, yeah
Oh yeah

Mother waits for the first
And baby's on probation
The whole system is cursed
And it tears at the nation
There are young men and boys
Separated by ages
They spend the rest of their days
In state and federal cages

Well, if I ran this town
Well, it would be my pleasure
We'd burn this sucker down
These kind of puzzles do not fit together, yeah
Not fit together, yeah
Not fit together, yeah
Not fit together, yeah
Fit together, fit together

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