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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
c-ckin’ 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 scr-pin’ upon the bricks in the bas-m-nt
tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late!
crazy f-ckers’ 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

[chorus]
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 eyeb-lls, scabs on my elbows
heaven knows god’s sittin’ up there like “h-ll 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

[chorus]

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

- will wood and the tapeworms

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