Matthew Good Band - Advertising On Police Cars Lyrics
Hey mr. chipsHows the wife?And are the kids still poison?Do you still eat them?Been under the gun,Running the gunsSay howd this world get so *****ing funAll of a sudden?Heres a quarter for the phoneWhy dont you call someone and find outHow it is we can all belongTo something that no oneWants any part ofOne day youlll wake up and theyll beAdvertising on police carsAnd your death will sell you outAs someone smart,Somewhat smartBaby dont get out out of bed,Just lay back down your pretty headAnd theyre advertising on police carsHey mr. chips,Had me a notionLike a burning sky dropped to the oceanA bitter pill, is it better stillTo lay undone your guts for show?To reconstruct some of your bones?To turn it up?When it calls to you will you wake up?Theyre advertising on police carsYour death will sell you out as someone smart,Somewhat smartBaby dont get out of bed,Just lay back down your pretty headTheyre advertising on police cars