"Advertising on Police Cars" as written by and Matthew Good....
Hey Mr. Chips
How's the wife?
And are the kids still poison?
Do you still eat them?
Been under the gun
Running the guns
Say how'd this world get so fucking fun
All of a sudden

Here's a quarter for the phone
Why don't you call someone and find out
How it is we can all belong
To something that no one
Wants any part of
One day you'll wake up and they'll be
Advertising on police cars
And your death will sell you out
As someone smart, somewhat smart

Baby don't get out of bed
Just lay back down your pretty head
And they're advertising on police cars

Hey Mr. Chips
Had me a notion
Like a burning sky dropped to the ocean
A bitter pill, is it better still
To 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?

They're advertising on police cars
Your death will sell you out as someone smart
Somewhat smart
Baby don't get out of bed
Just lay back down your pretty head
They're advertising on police cars


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"Advertising on Police Cars" as written by Matthew Good

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