Will Wood And The Tapeworms - 6up 5oh cop-out pro con
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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
DmSix-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go
DmThe blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos
GmGood luck finding critters creepy as me. A7They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD
DmVodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on
DmCockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe
GmDrivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to A7make my get away from the jailbreak riot and
DmCellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement
DmTryin’ to escape this probation generation- Gmtoo late!
GmCrazy fuckers’ gotta do the time
A7Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes
DmI’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray
DmMaybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame!
GmI’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe
A7Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain!
DmOh how I C#mknow how I Cmgo how I Bmgo. A7Ask me a question the answer I know
DmYes or no C#moptions don’t Cmweigh out and Bmso; A7I don’t ever see the cons and the pros
[Chorus]
GmYou bare a striking resemblance
DmSome kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’
GmYou appear familiar dear. You A7look just like my bathroom mirror
DmPlease policeman- Gmno heel-to-toe. A7Oh please, let Dmme go!
DmPlease policeman- Gmis it a test? A7I won’t know till I’m under arrest
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[Verse 2]
DmThe drunk-tank’s blood red. Junkie’s gonna relapse
DmSome think punk’s dead, me I don’t believe that
GmRock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that A7lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, Bust your kneecap!
DmOpen on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer
DmI’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer
GmSlash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer
A7All my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here
DmFlies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows
DmHeaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like “Hell no!”
GmOnly one thing comes to those who wait. A7It's never too late to embrace your fate
DmMay death come C#mswiftly and Cmgently to Bmyou
A7Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom
DmSave your conC#mvictions, they Cmnever will Bmdo. A7What you say’s at least 1 6 billionth true
[Chorus]
GmYou bare a striking resemblance
DmSome kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’
GmYou appear familiar dear. You A7look just like my bathroom mirror
DmPlease policeman- Gmno heel-to-toe. A7Oh please, let Dmme go!
DmPlease policeman- Gmis it a test? A7I won’t know till I’m under arrest
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[Break- ad lib vocals]
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[Chorus]
GmAm I being detained? DmAm I under arrest?
A7Read me my rights please. DmI want my phone call
DmPlease policeman- Gmno heel-to-toe. A7Oh please, let Dmme go!
DmPlease policeman- Gmis it a test? A7I won’t know till I’m-- ah ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
DmPlease policeman- Gmno heel-to-toe. A7Oh please, let Dmme go!
DmPlease policeman- Gmis it a test? A7I won’t know till I’m under arrest
[Outro]
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