Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con), artist - Will Wood and the Tapeworms. Date of issue: 19.05.2015
Song language: English
6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con) |
| 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 droppin' down the throat they been stompin' on |
| Cockin' guns, lockin' up, the quotas all for shock n' awe |
| Drivin’s tirin', and I been hot-wirin' to make my get away from the jailbreak |
| riot and |
| Cellmates scrapin' upon the bricks in the basement |
| Tryin' to escape this probation generation- too late! |
| Crazy fuckers' gotta do the time |
| Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes |
| I’m alive and kickin' till the split ends fray |
| Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame! |
| I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin' 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 bare a striking resemblance |
| Some kind of semblance of somethin' 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 gatherin' 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 sittin' up there like «Hell no!» |
| Only one thing comes to those who wait. |
| It’s never too late to embrace your fate |
| My 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 |
| Am I being detained? |
| Am I under arrest? |
| Read me my rights please. |
| 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 under arrest |