Letra de 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con) - Will Wood and the Tapeworms

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 fucker’s 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 bear 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

May 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, policeman, is it a test?

I won’t know till I’m under arrest

Am I being detained? (Yes, you are)

Am I under arrest? (Yes, you are)

Read me my rights, please (No)

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 ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

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

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