
Hey mr. chips
Hows the wife?
And are the kids still poison?
Do you still eat them?
Been under the gun,
Running the guns
Say howd this world get so fucking fun
All of a sudden?
Heres a quarter for the phone
Why dont you call someone and find out
How it is we can all belong
To something that no one
Wants any part of
One day youlll wake up and theyll be
Advertising on police cars
And your death will sell you out
As someone smart,
Somewhat smart
Baby dont get out out of bed,
Just lay back down your pretty head
And theyre 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?
Theyre advertising on police cars
Your death will sell you out as someone smart,
Somewhat smart
Baby dont get out of bed,
Just lay back down your pretty head
Theyre advertising on police cars