Advertising On Police Cars

Hey, Mr. Chips
 How's the wife, and are the kids still poison?
 Do you still eat them?
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 Been under the gun
 Running the guns
 Say, how'd this world get so fucking fun
 All of a sudden?
 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
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 And your death will sell you out as someone smart
 Somewhat smart
 Baby, don't get out out of bed
 Just lay back down your pretty head
 They're advertising on police cars
 Police cars
 Police cars
 Oh, oh
 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 the song of your bones?
 To turn it up?
 When it calls to you, will you wake up?
 They're advertising on police cars
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 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
 Police cars
 Police cars
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