D-Law Lyrics

Look at that guy in those tight leather-pants
He can`t sing and you can see he can`t dance
And soulfinger`s spinning; throwing his hair
He`s got nothing to say; He`s just happy 2 B there
Look at his friend and look at his face...
He`s got a 1 track mind`n`a 2 stringed bass!
On garbage drums with a license to swing
Pete sets the pace to anything...
But I don`t care - No!
`Coz by the order of the police`n`sweet olde Walt
Yeah! We do as we please...
It`s the Disneyland law - Disneyland law
And we don`t need no more no
We got the Disneyland law - Disneyland law
Yeah, it`s so far out; It makes anarchy a bore

What the critics defined as presence of mind
Was nothing but a wish 2 be 4 of a kind...
And though we don`t share the same label
Each of us is a can of tomato...
From lower ego to upper i.d.
We`re climbing up on the social tree
From cellar to t.v. - Arena to bowl
To penthouse-view from misery...
But I don`t care - No!
`Coz by the order of the police`n`sweet olde Walt
Yeah! We do as we please...
It`s the Disneyland law
Disneyland law
And we don`t need no more no!
We got the Disneyland law
Disneyland law
Yeah, it`s so far out; It makes anarchy a bore
Disneyland law
Yeah! We`re doing our duty
Disneyland law
Following a track
Disneyland law With our pistol foreskin back!

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Anyplace U haven`t been?
This ain`t open territory...
We`re building a road-block
- On your guard, boys!!
- Ohmygod there`s a maniac in here.!!.
Yeah! By order of the police
- We do as we please
Wanna hear something funny?
- We print our own money!!
Disneyland law
Disneyland law And we don`t need more
We got the Disneyland law
Disneyland law
It`s so far out it makes anarchy a bore
Disneyland law
It`s the beauty of the duty
Disneyland law
When following a track
Disneyland law
Disneyland law With out pistols foreskin back!