Cop Shoot Cop - Got No Soul lyrics

Somebody's lying down on the job again

Will you people please stop jumping under my train

Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay

While we hose the blood away

(and the clock keeps ticking...)

So I spent my evening wishing I never was born

Drinking toasts to that hood with the hooves and the horns

Because the roaches won't do my laundry no more

And the rats refuse to fix the holes in the floor

Water comes through the ceiling...

I asked a pig if he wanted to dance

He says is that a 45 in your pants

Or are you just glad to see me ? (rim shot)

I said, all I need is a distraction

Or maybe a sense of satisfaction

Perhaps a pair of pliers to rip off these blinders

Because my peripherial vision is dying

It ain't as if I ain't trying

I'm a rat in a maze of my own devising

And is that a call to arms...

Is that a call to arms I hear rising ?

Is that a call to arms I hear rising out of that concrete hole ?

Yer war on drugs got no soul, yer hired thugs got no soul

You hippy trash got no soul, yer yuppie cash got no soul

Yer video clips, yer beauty tips, remote control

It's a big black hole, got no soul, got no soul

And the clock's clicking off like the timer on some big neutron switch

Except there's just one hitch: you gotta strike it rich

Before the shit comes down

So They're out there panhandling for gold

Prospecting in the street, sifting garbage in the gutter

Digging in the tenements, looking for a vein

Trying to find that big score, the mother lode

And everyone's A wanna be - the wicked and the weak

The victors and the victimized, the economists and the economized

My TV mind-set is shatteres (sh'dooby)

No guts, no glory, no balls - whatever you wanna call it

There ain't nothing real there at all (And I don't feel whole...)

Yeah, yer mobile phone got no soul, yer rolling stone got no soul

Yer music scene got no soul, yer answering machine got no soul

Yer microdrive, yer toilet slave, you corporate swine, yer bullshit line

Hey, you on the payroll! Hey you on the J train!

Hey you on the TV news! Hey you in the 3-piece suit!

You goy no soul. I got no soul. Got no soul