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10-4 6-up 5-oh cop-out pro-con (live) - will wood and the tapeworms lyrics

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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

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
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 policeman, 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 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

- will wood and the tapeworms lyrics

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