Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Got No Soul, artist - Cop Shoot Cop. Album song Ask Questions Later, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.05.2014
Record label: Cleopatra
Song language: English
Got No Soul |
| Late for work again today |
| Somebody’s lying down on the job again |
| Will you people please stop jumping under my train |
| Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay |
| While we hose the blood away |
| (And the clock keeps ticking…) |
| So I spent my evening wishing I never was born |
| Drinking toasts to that hood with the hooves and the horns |
| 'Cause the roaches won’t do my laundry no more |
| And the rats refuse to fix the holes in the floor |
| Water comes through the ceiling… |
| I asked a pig if he wanted to dance |
| He said is that a .45 in your pants |
| Or are you just glad to see me? |
| (rim shot) |
| I said, All I need is a distraction |
| Or maybe a sense of satisfaction |
| Perhaps a pair of pliers to rip off these blinders |
| Because my peripheral vision is dying |
| It ain’t as if I ain’t trying |
| I’m a rat in a maze of my own devising |
| And is that a call to arms… Is that a call to arms I hear rising? |
| Is that a call to arms I hear rising out of that concrete hole? |
| Yer war on drugs got no soul, yer hired thugs got no soul |
| You hippy trash got no soul. |
| Yer yuppie cash got no soul |
| Yer video clips, yer beauty tips, remote control |
| It’s a big black hole. |
| Got no soul. |
| Got no soul |
| And the clock’s clicking off like the timer on some big neutron switch |
| Except that there’s just one hitch: you gotta strike it rich |
| Before the shit comes down |
| So they’re out there panhandling for gold |
| Prospecting in the street, sifting garbage in the gutter |
| Digging in the tenements, looking for a vein |
| Trying to find that big score: the mother lode |
| And everyone’s a wannabe -- the wicked and the weak |
| The victors and the victimized, the economists and the economized |
| My T.V. mind-set is shattered (sh'dooby) |
| No guts, no glory, no balls -- whatever you wanna call it -- |
| There ain’t nothing real there at all (and I don’t feel whole) |
| Yeah, yer mobile phone got no soul. |
| Yer rolling stone got no soul |
| Yer music scene got no soul. |
| Yer answering machine got no soul |
| Yer microwave, yer toilet slave. |
| You corporate swine |
| Yer bullshit line. |
| Hey you on the payroll! |
| Hey you on the J Train! |
| Hey you on the T.V. News! |
| Hey you in the 3-piece suit! |
| You got no soul. |
| I got no soul. |
| Got no soul |