Closing Down The Park Lyrics - Live From The Fall - Blues Traveler

Ya know, 

There's this park, you see, in new york 

That's what this song is about 

Where we used to grow up 

And, um, hang around 

And then we started moving on 

And started going on the road 

We weren't home that much 

But, back then they had this really great idea 

When we hit town 

These parks were prime real estate, you see 

And if we could keep them nice-looking 

We could charge more rent for the places around town 

Now, I know you guys have that here around boston 

But, you know, in new york 

They had this great idea that there had to be a crack-down 

So we could sweep the park clean of the undesirable elements 

And we figured, what could we do? 

Besides vote 

Perhaps we could tell a song 

To you 

Through the musical medium 

And then you'll know 

So here we go 

I really hope so 

Well, here it is... 

Rich man smells smoke, he smells something burning green 

Doesn't like the odor, better put some badges on the scene 

Put a blue suit on everybody you see hangin' round 

And if that don't work, we're gonna close that park down... 

But anyway 

Yesterday a man was busted trying to walk his dog 

Cop didn't like his attitude, say that he was against the law 

Shoot everybody with a mutt this side of the town 

And if that don't work, we're gonna close that park down... 

Preach on, my wounded chandler 

You know when you're walkin through that park one night 

Whether your skin is black or white 

And you feel that particular pressure on the back of your head 

And the hairs on the back of your neck start to stand up 

And you hear a (police call) 

Trust those hairs 

Because if you're big or burly 

Or even short and surly 

Or if your cat's named shirley 

You could be walkin through that park 

And meet with the most undesirable disaster 

Compliments of your taxes 

I'm not saying it's gonna happen 

I'm not saying that it will definitely happen 

But it could happen 

Because it has happened 

I mean, it could be you 

Or you, or you, or you, or you 

Those guys back there 

Yeah, that guy, yeah definitely 

Those three, easily 

Yup, you 

Yup, that guy 

That guy 

Him 

Those guys up there 

Stinky or scarface 

Anybody 

Well, enough of my yacking 

What about your truth and your mother's apple pie 

I guess it's all another part of your grand designing lie 

Should I tell you something pretty so you don't end my way of life 

Or should I come up from behind with some stolen, bloody, rusty knife 

Well maybe I should sit by and watch you kill my friends 

And maybe I can learn to love you and hope you never end 

Perhaps I can learn to hate you but I think I already do 

All I know for sure right now, it's gotta be me or you 

While your uncle rolls his joints with his fifty dollar bill 

I'm off in some other park, and I'm laughing at you still 

Laughing my saggy ass of at you baby 

C'mon tell me all of your stories 

Tell me about your politics 

Tell me anything 

Tell me how you blame your kids 

Tell me