Herb Clutter
Yuh
Uh
Ah
I’m out on parole Bouta pull up in Holcomb
What I’m bouta do is finna dig me a hole
Can’t go home, I ain’t got nothing there
Got a call from old dick ,Tells me we bouta blow hair
Pull up in the diner and get off on aspirinees, but it's time to get some action

Herb
Herb CLutter
Finna pull up to the house, and  leave no clutter
Cut all the wires, then tie up the clutters
We move em around, it's such an easy chore with no clutter
Nothing in the safe, gotta kill the clutters
None of them are safe, Dick said no watchers
Gotta round em up, gotta use the strap
One, two, three, and four people on the floor
Gotta get in the car, gotta run far

Gotta run away, gotta run fast
We ain’t leave no clues in the clutter stache
I got the blues, but Dick’s getting cash
We in garden city, and Dicks real witty
Once we cash in, it's time to go far
We go down to Mexico and see some stars
Then Dick sells our car, gotta go back and get some cash
We walk around all over, we even steal a car
Dick still getting cash, but at what cost
Got the cops on our backs, they launching they attacks
Pull up in Vegas, just to caught
Now we facing death
They finna take us to our new home