Advertising On Police Cars Lyrics - The Audio Of Being - Matthew Good Band

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 fucking fun 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 they'll be advertising on police cars 

And your death will sell you out 

As someone smart, somewhat smart 

Baby, don't get out out of bed 

Just lay back down your pretty head 

And they're advertising on 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 death 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