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Cop Shoot Cop - Got No Soul lyrics
Late for work again today Somebody's lying down on the job again Will you people please stop jumping under my train Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay While we hose the blood away (and the clock keeps ticking...) So I spent my evening wishing I never was born Drinking toasts to that hood with the hooves and the horns Because the roaches won't do my laundry no more And the rats refuse to fix the holes in the floor Water comes through the ceiling... I asked a pig if he wanted to dance He says is that a 45 in your pants Or are you just glad to see me ? (rim shot) I said, all I need is a distraction Or maybe a sense of satisfaction Perhaps a pair of pliers to rip off these blinders Because my peripherial vision is dying It ain't as if I ain't trying I'm a rat in a maze of my own devising And is that a call to arms... Is that a call to arms I hear rising ? Is that a call to arms I hear rising out of that concrete hole ? Yer war on drugs got no soul, yer hired thugs got no soul You hippy trash got no soul, yer yuppie cash got no soul Yer video clips, yer beauty tips, remote control It's a big black hole, got no soul, got no soul And the clock's clicking off like the timer on some big neutron switch Except there's just one hitch: you gotta strike it rich Before the shit comes down So They're out there panhandling for gold Prospecting in the street, sifting garbage in the gutter Digging in the tenements, looking for a vein Trying to find that big score, the mother lode And everyone's A wanna be - the wicked and the weak The victors and the victimized, the economists and the economized My TV mind-set is shatteres (sh'dooby) No guts, no glory, no balls - whatever you wanna call it There ain't nothing real there at all (And I don't feel whole...) Yeah, yer mobile phone got no soul, yer rolling stone got no soul Yer music scene got no soul, yer answering machine got no soul Yer microdrive, yer toilet slave, you corporate swine, yer bullshit line Hey, you on the payroll! Hey you on the J train! Hey you on the TV news! Hey you in the 3-piece suit! You goy no soul. I got no soul. Got no soul |
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