Matthew Good - Advertising on Police Cars lyrics

Hey, Mr. Chips How's the wife? And are the kids still poison? Do you still eat them? Been under the gun Running the guns Say how'd this world get so f**ing 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 there'll be Advertising on police cars And your d**h 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 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? They're advertising on police cars Your d**h 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 Oh, Oh