Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 6up 5oh Copout (Pro / Con), artist - Will Wood and the Tapeworms. Album song Everything Is a Lot, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 24.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Will Wood
Song language: English
6up 5oh Copout (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 police- 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. |
Is it 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. |
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 police- is it a test? |
I won’t know till I’m under arrest. |
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 police- is it a test? |
I won’t know till I’m under arrest. |