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will wood and the tapeworms - 6up 5oh copout lyrics

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 police- 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.

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 police- is it a test? i won’t know till i’m under arrest.

- will wood and the tapeworms lyrics

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