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Will Wood

6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con)

 

6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con)

(альбом: Everything Is A Lot - 2015)


Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n' go
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos
Good luck finding critters creepy as me
They shoulda fried me, I'll give ya PTSD
Vodka shots dropping down the throat they been stomping on
Cocking guns, locking up, the quotas all for shock n' awe
Drivin's tiring, and I been hot-wiring
To make my get away from the jailbreak riot and

Cellmates scraping upon the bricks in the basement
Trying to escape this probation generation
Too late, crazy fucker's gotta do the time
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes
I'm alive and kicking till the split ends fray
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I'm not to blame
I'm a slave to the main vein, spraying on the mainframe
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain

Oh, how I know, how I go, how I go
Ask me a question, the answer I know
Yes or no, options don't weigh out, and so
I don't ever see the cons and the pros

You bear a striking resemblance
(Some kind of semblance of something I been rememberin')
You appear familiar, dear
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please, policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm under arrest

The drunk-tank's blood red, junkie's gonna relapse
Some think punk's dead, me, I don't believe that
Rock n' roll gathering the moss till I be that
Lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, bust your kneecap
Open on the Amazon, hide the cure for cancer
I'm Lance Armstrong, you're the necromancer
Slash n' burn, crash into the 42nd answer
All my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here

Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows
Heaven knows God's sitting up there like, "Hell no!"
Only one thing comes to those who wait
It's never too late to embrace your fate

May death come swiftly and gently to you
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom
Save your convictions, they never will do
What you say's at least 1/6 billionth true

You bare a striking resemblance
(Some kind of semblance of something I been rememberin')
You appear familiar, dear
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please, policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm under arrest

Am I being detained? (Yes, you are)
Am I under arrest? (Yes, you are)
Read me my rights, please (No)
I want my phone call
Please policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please, policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm under arrest

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