Family Man
Family man
He’s a family man, his wife laments
Never broken any of the ten commandments
Either pushing rock
Selling for cock
Or rubbing out, rubbing out, rubbing them out
Seeing ass fly by
In a drive-by
Fly by night
He’ll give you a fright
Taking out your cash
He’ll stuff it in his stash
Leaving by the back door
Settling up your old score
He’s a family man, his wife laments
Never broken any of the ten commandments
Either pushing rock
Selling for cock
Or rubbing out, rubbing out, rubbing them out
He knows it all so well
From a spell in the cell
Now can’t you tell
This is hell
But just think of the cash
And the friends you can smash
If they’re crossing your path
You’ll get the last laugh
As you’re driving away
Yes, it’s been a good day
To die as you try
To get by
Buy to get high
And he’ll lend so that you spend
Your life will depend on
Your money-made friend
Your friend ’til the end
He knows no wrong from right
Best keep out of his sight
He’s a family man, his wife laments
Never broken any of the ten commandments
Either pushing rock
Selling for cock
Or rubbing out, rubbing out, rubbing them out
Yeah, and you know, his girls love him too
Even when you’re dropping your goo
And you think well, if the judge only knew
But then, do you really think that he hasn’t been there too
With his leather strap clap trap
And a dolly bird sitting on his lap
Her fingertips trips across him like on a road map
Leading down to his old chap
Family man
Family man
Family man
Family man
Family man
Family man
He’s a family man, his wife laments
Never broken any of the ten commandments
Either pushing rock
Selling for cock
Or rubbing out, rubbing out, rubbing them out
Seeing ass fly by
In a drive-by
Fly by night
He’ll give you a fright
Taking out your cash
He’ll stuff it in his stash
Leaving by the back door
Settling up your old score