Hamlet (Pow, Pow, Pow)

Hamlet fishin' in the grave



thru custard bones and stuff



he aint got no friend in there



I believe our man's in love



Hamlet's got a gun-now



he wears a crucifex



pow pow pow pow



Hamlet moves so beautiful



walking thru the flowers



who are hing 'round the corners



He's movin' down the street-now



he likes the look of that cadillac



pow pow pow pow



Is this love some kinda love



Now he movin' down my street



and he's coming to my house



crawling up my stairs



Where for art thou baby-face



where-for-art-thou



pow pow pow pow



Is this love



Pow!



He shoot it inside



Don't let'em steal your heart away



he went and stole my heart



POW!!



hey hey hey



POW!!