Orson - Cool cops
Tekst :
Cool cops are gonna
be the death of you
when they get a hold of you -
so get down on the ground
cool cops are gonna throw
the book at you
when they get a look at you -
gonna haul you downtown
Cool cops hate what s on the radio
or any kind of TV show -
oh it s such brutality !
cool cops only want to be around
the million pound indie sound -
oh it s right hypocrisy !
Don t think when the cops
suspect that you
are getting in their way
that they will not think twice
before just simply putting you away
Cool cops - they re always coming
after you !
Cool cops are here
to rain on your parade
unless of course they get paid
(even cops - they gotta eat)
cool cops are always watching
every step (man they even hate johnny depp)
love the sun and packing heat
when you scratch their backs it s so
much easier to pretend
that Q is just a letter and the NME
is still your friend
Cool cops - they re always coming after you !
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acta est fabula
omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas
ad perpetuam rei memoriam
mors acerba aut mori in tormentis
morsi sibi consiscere
mors ultima ratio
animus ad corpore se abstrahit
ad perpetuam rei memoriam
...
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai
Oh bel messere vi rimirate invano
nello specchio mentitore delle vanita
il vostro bel viso pallido e diafano
domani, sol domani il vaiolo sfigurato avra
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Iste mundus furibundus
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quia fluunt et decurrunt
ceu campi lilia
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vera tollit praemia
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lex carnalis et mortalis
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spiritual thrills of bluish-green contrasts.
My liquid and clear eyes...