Lyrics Pity the Bastard - Cop Shoot Cop

Pity the Bastard

I just can’t keep my filthy hands
Off your peace of mind
Well it’s cheaper than a compliment
But it’s worth the cost at half the price
Yeah, yeah, yeah, so talk is cheap
Well, so’s my kind
The only thing I ever got for free
Was a jugular dose of bad advice
Dice are loaded
Gun is empty
Should’ve learned better the last time
Pity the bastard
Pity the bastard
Ill-gut feeling, fear and loathing
Cheapshit TV-movie-style foreboding
Guns are smoking, streets are smoking
Smells like alibis corroding
I stand naked before your eyes
I’m a sullen drunk with a swollen head
What’s a lousy cut of meat
Without a stinking piece of bread?
Dice are loaded
Gun is empty
Should’ve learned better the last time
Pity the bastard
Pity the bastard
Should’ve learned better the last time
Pity the bastard
Pity the bastard
Should’ve learned better the last time
Pity the bastard
Pity the bastard