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Will Wood and the Tapeworms - 6up 5oh Copout (Pro/Con) [2015]
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Yeah! 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 that they been stompin' on Cockin' guns, lockin' up, the quota's all for shock 'n' awe Drivin's tirin', and I been hotwirin' To make my getaway 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' 'til 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 'til 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 'til 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 one six-billionth true! 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 'til I'm under arrest Am I being detained? 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 'til (a-ratatatatatatatata) Please, policeman, no heel to toe Oh please, let me go Please, policeman, is it a test? I won't know 'til I'm under arrest
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