Neil Ferguson - Oxymoron lyrics

Shiny bu*ton-down clown suit Oxymoron (Repeat) F**ked up the simplest of chores Mister constant consternation And his declaration of war Makes a fist out of demands With his plasticene hands Matey makes a big, big deal And matey makes a big big meal Boasts of a conscience so big It means his uniform won't fit Cooking books and punching drunks Working for the real crooks The good cop Oxymoron (Repeat) I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe At the ticket inspector's party Prison guards eye store detectives All good fighters of crime Same repeated chat-up line Are you well tooled up Come and have a go if you think You're hard enough Watch them tighten their straps Yes sir I switched on the taps Heads to crack, eyes to black Bureaucrats will cover your tracks Here's how your dictatorships begin Fools obey without thinking The good cop Oxymoron (Repeat) I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe in the good cop I don't believe (Repeat)