Got No Soul Lyrics - Ask Questions Later - Cop Shoot Cop

Late for work again today 

Somebody's lying down on the job again 

Will you people please stop jumping under my train 

Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay 

While we hose the blood away 

(and the clock keeps ticking...) 

So I spent my evening wishing I never was born 

Drinking toasts to that hood with the hooves and the horns 

Because the roaches won't do my laundry no more 

And the rats refuse to fix the holes in the floor 

Water comes through the ceiling... 

I asked a pig if he wanted to dance 

He says is that a 45 in your pants 

Or are you just glad to see me ? (rim shot) 

I said, all I need is a distraction 

Or maybe a sense of satisfaction 

Perhaps a pair of pliers to rip off these blinders 

Because my peripherial vision is dying 

It ain't as if I ain't trying 

I'm a rat in a maze of my own devising 

And is that a call to arms... 

Is that a call to arms I hear rising ? 

Is that a call to arms I hear rising out of that concrete hole ? 

Yer war on drugs got no soul, yer hired thugs got no soul 

You hippy trash got no soul, yer yuppie cash got no soul 

Yer video clips, yer beauty tips, remote control 

It's a big black hole, got no soul, got no soul 

And the clock's clicking off like the timer on some big neutron switch 

Except there's just one hitch: you gotta strike it rich 

Before the shit comes down 

So They're out there panhandling for gold 

Prospecting in the street, sifting garbage in the gutter 

Digging in the tenements, looking for a vein 

Trying to find that big score, the mother lode 

And everyone's A wanna be - the wicked and the weak 

The victors and the victimized, the economists and the economized 

My TV mind-set is shatteres (sh'dooby) 

No guts, no glory, no balls - whatever you wanna call it 

There ain't nothing real there at all (And I don't feel whole...) 

Yeah, yer mobile phone got no soul, yer rolling stone got no soul 

Yer music scene got no soul, yer answering machine got no soul 

Yer microdrive, yer toilet slave, you corporate swine, yer bullshit line 

Hey, you on the payroll! Hey you on the J train! 

Hey you on the TV news! Hey you in the 3-piece suit! 

You goy no soul. I got no soul. Got no soul