Deadlock Holiday

I was walkin' down the street Concentratin' on truckin' right I heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked round in a state of fright I saw four faces, one mad A brother from the gutter They looked me up and down a bit And turned to each other I say I don't like cricket oh no I love it I don't like cricket no no I love it Don't you walk through my words Got to show some respect Don't you walk through my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet Well he looked down at my silver chain He said