6Up 5Oh Cop-Out Pro Con

Will Wood And The Tapeworms

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Tom:
Dm [Verse 1]
Dm Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go
Dm The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos
Gm A7 Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD
Dm Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on
Dm Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe
Gm A7 Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to make my get away from the jailbreak riot and
Dm Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement
Dm Gm Tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late!
Gm Crazy fuckers’ gotta do the time
A7 Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes
Dm I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray
Dm Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame!
Gm I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe
A7 Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain!
Dm C#m Cm Bm A7 Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know
Dm C#m Cm Bm A7 Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and the pros [Chorus]
Gm You bare a striking resemblance
Dm Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’
Gm A7 You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror
Dm Gm A7 Dm Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Dm Gm A7 Please policeman- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest
Dm [Verse 2]
Dm The drunk-tank’s blood red. Junkie’s gonna relapse
Dm Some think punk’s dead, me I don’t believe that
Gm A7 Rock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, Bust your kneecap!
Dm Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer
Dm I’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer
Gm Slash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer
A7 All my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here
Dm Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows
Dm Heaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like “Hell no!”
Gm A7 Only one thing comes to those who wait. It's never too late to embrace your fate
Dm C#m Cm Bm May death come swiftly and gently to you
A7 Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom
Dm C#m Cm Bm A7 Save your convictions, they never will do. What you say’s at least 1 6 billionth true [Chorus]
Gm You bare a striking resemblance
Dm Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’
Gm A7 You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror
Dm Gm A7 Dm Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Dm Gm A7 Please policeman- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest
Dm [Break- ad lib vocals] Dm Dm Gm A7 (x4) [Chorus]
Gm Dm Am I being detained? Am I under arrest?
Gm A7 Read me my rights please. I want my phone call
Dm Gm A7 Dm Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Dm Gm A7 Please policeman- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m-- ah ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
Dm Gm A7 Dm Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Dm Gm A7 Please policeman- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest
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Composição: Will Wood

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