Lyrics Times New Roman - Good Cop Bad Cop

Times New Roman

You look good in the morning sun
Outstretched like a panther on the forest floor
Still, I don’t have the time to be here
I wanna know where you got them from
Because you’re built like an atom bomb, ready to blow
Still, I don’t have the time to be here
Oh, we’re Times New Roman and they’re Comic Sans
We’ve built our castle and all they’ve got is the sand
Don’t be the one to let Freud slip (Pick him up, pick him up)
You know he’s getting on a bit (Pick him up, pick him up)
Don’t be the one to let Freud slip (Pick him up, pick him up)
You know he’s getting on a bit (Pick him up, pick him up)
Why don’t you put that red dress on?
Let’s pretend that there’s nothing wrong
And I suppose it’ll make you happy
«Ever after» is what we’ve become
But there’s bullets in this loaded gun
It’s just I never had to fire them
We’re Times New Roman and they’re Comic Sans
Don’t be the one to let Freud slip (Pick him up, pick him up)
You know he’s getting on a bit (Pick him up, pick him up)
Don’t be the one to let Freud slip (Pick him up, pick him up)
You know he’s getting on a bit (Pick him up, pick him up)
(Don't be the one to let Freud slip) (Pick him up, pick him up)
(You know he’s getting on a bit) (Pick him up, pick him up)
You look good in the morning sun
You look good in the morning sun
You look good in the morning sun
You look good in the morning sun
You look good in the morning sun
You look good in the morning sun
You look good-