Texty

I got a bone to pick with you Not so friendly boys in blue When you come out of the station and into the street Everybody beats a hasty retreat Well, it was late one Friday, I'm a little bit wrecked You're on your way to serve and protect You buzz out of the cruiser like bees from a hive And ask me if I want to? go for a drive' (Go for a drive?) That's why I'm riding on the Cherry Beach Express My ribs are broken and my face is in a mess And my name on my statement signed under duress 52 division, handcuffed to a chair I'm trying to line up, to fall down the stairs I tell you I am innocent, I try to explain But just making sure you don't do it again (Do what again?) That's why you're riding on the Cherry Beach Express Your ribs are broken and your face is in a mess And we strongly suggest you confess, I confess I confess, I am mystified by the way you're occupied I confess, I am horrified, why are you so terrified? Does the pain get any less if I confess? And my name on my statement signed at duress 52 division, handcuffed to a chair I'm trying to line up, to fall down the stairs I tell you I am innocent, I try to explain But just making sure you don't do it again (Do what again?) That's why I'm riding on the Cherry Beach Express My ribs are broken and my face is in a mess That's why I'm riding on the Cherry Beach Express And I never dreamed it would be like this I never dreamed it would be like this I never dreamed it would be like this I never dreamed it would be like this
Writer(s): Anthony Duggan-smith, Graeme Williamson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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