6up, 5oh, Copout (Pro/Con) Songtext
von Will Wood and the Tapeworms

Yeah!

Six up, five oh, pigs come, I cop ′n' go
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos
Good luck finding critters creepy as me
They shoulda fried me, I′ll give ya PTSD

Vodka shots droppin' down the throat that they been stompin' on
Cockin′ guns, lockin′ up, the quota's all for shock ′n' awe
Drivin′s tirin', and I been hotwirin′
To make my getaway from the jailbreak riot and

Cellmates scrapin' upon the bricks in the basement
Tryin' to escape this probation generation
Too late, crazy fucker′s gotta do the time
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes

I′m alive and kickin' ′til the split ends fray
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I'm not to blame
I′m a slave to the main vein, sprayin' on the mainframe
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain


Oh, how I know, how I go, how I go
Ask me a question, the answer I know
Yes or no options don′t weigh out, and so
I don't ever see the cons and the pros

You bear a striking resemblance
(Some kind of semblance of somethin' I been rememberin′)
You appear familiar, dear
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)

Please, policeman, no heel to toe
Oh please, let me go
Please, policeman, is it a test?
I won′t know 'til I′m under arrest

The drunk tank's blood red, junkie′s gonna relapse
Some think punk's dead, me, I don′t believe that
Rock 'n' roll gatherin′ the moss ′til I be that
Lichen coated boulder, make you slip, bust your kneecap

Open on the Amazon, hide the cure for cancer
I'm Lance Armstrong, you′re the necromancer
Slash 'n′ burn, crash into the 42nd answer
All my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here


Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows
Heaven knows God's sittin′ up there like, "Hell no!"
Only one thing comes to those who wait
It's never too late to embrace your fate!

May death come swiftly and gently to you
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom
Save your convictions, they never will do
What you say's at least one six-billionth true!

You bear a striking resemblance
(Some kind of semblance of somethin′ I been rememberin′)
You appear familiar, dear
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)

Please, policeman, no heel to toe
Oh please, let me go
Please, policeman, is it a test?
I won't know ′til I'm under arrest

Am I being detained?
Am I under arrest? (Yes, you are)
Read me my rights, please! (No)
I want my phone call!

Please, policeman, no heel to toe
Oh please, let me go
Please, policeman, is it a test?
I won′t know 'til (a-ratatatatatatatata)

Please, policeman, no heel to toe
Oh please, let me go
Please, policeman, is it a test?
I won′t know 'til I'm under arrest