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Family Man Lyrics - Singles - Nitzer Ebb

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 the 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 till 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 the 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 

 

Family man 

Family man 

Family man 

Family man 

Yeah, he's a family man 

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