10-4 6-Up 5-Oh Cop-Out Pro-Con (Live)

Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop 'n' 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 'n' awe
Driving's tiring, and I've been hotwiring
To make my 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 on coming doom
Save your convictions, they never will do
What you say's at least one six-billionth true
You bear a striking resemblance
Some kind of semblance of something I've been remembering
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

Ladies and gentlemen, Michael Chicken here on the guitar
Let me see a fucking move

Am I being detained?
Am I under arrest?
Read me my rights, please!
I want my phone call!

Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh, please let me go
Please, policeman, is it a test?
I won't know 'til ah-da-da-da-da-da!

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