Cop Shoot Cop

Got No Soul

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