10-4 6-up 5-Oh Cop-out Pro-Con (Live)

Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop an' 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 you PTSD

Vodka shots dropping down the throat they've been stomping on

Cockin' guns and lockin' up, the quota's all for shock an' awe

Driving's tiring, and I've been hotwiring

To make me get away from the jailbreak riot and

My cellmates scraping 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 kicking 'til the split ends fray

Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I'm not the one to blame

I'm a slave to the main vein, sprayin' on the mainframe

Suffering the infrastructure, hopin' I can maintain

Oh, how I know how I go, how I go

Ask me a question and the answer I know

Yes or no options don't weigh out, and so

I never see the cons and the pros

You bear a striking resemblance

Some kind of semblance of something I've 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 gathering that moss until I be that

Lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, bust your kneecap

Up in 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 enjoy the army ants here

Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows

Heaven knows God sitting 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