6Up 5Oh Cop-Out Pro Con
- Will Wood and the Tapeworms
Key: Dm Dm ·
Orig: Dm ·
Capo:
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Time: 4/4 ·
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Intro
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 (4x)
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
Outro
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