Текст песни Matthew Good Band - Advertising On Police Cars
Matthew Good Band - Advertising On Police Cars слова песни
Hey Mr. Chipshow`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 funall of a sudden?Here`s a quarter for the phonewhy don`t you call someone and find outhow it is we can all belongto something that no one wants any part ofone day you`ll wake up and they`ll beadvertising on police carsand your death will sell you outas someone smart, somewhat smartbaby don`t get out of bed,just lay back down your pretty headand they`re 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?They`re advertising on police carsyour death will sell you out as someone smart,somewhat smartbaby don`t get out of bed,just lay back down your pretty headthey`re advertising on police cars