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'lll 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