This mister strolls into some town This mister strolls into some shitty township
Like Moses The town-folk like the Red Sea Like Moses The people like the Red Sea Ah, my, mistake! He does not stroll! He does not stride! He smokes into town, god-damn! (He smokes into town)
Like dust with boots on! Well, he's looking around and it'll make him smile He's pushin' them around (Because it makes him smile) It makes him smile! He's looking around and smiling He's pushin' them... (around) (Pushin' them around) It makes him smile, well
These bastards' disgrace is conspicuous They creep away
Like Moses The town-folk like the Red Sea Like Moses The people like the Red Sea Like Moses The locals like the Red Sea Like Moses