Wonder what it was that made you this way.
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Maybe as a baby you dropped your rattle
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And it still rattles you to this day.
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You better practice your evil looks in the mirror,
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They won't work on me.
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Slowly crawling up from the down low.
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The other cops still call you "fatso."
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Short fuse and a top to blow.
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Unhappy wife, shitty life, hit the bottle.
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Your whole world dropped from under you.
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Left you with sorry excuses, left you with meaningless things to prove.
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Like why you became a cop, why did you become a cop?
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Wonder what it was that made you this way.
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Maybe as a kid your toys were taken away.
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And it still toys with you to this day.
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You better practice your evil looks in the mirror,
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They won't work on me
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Slowly crawling up from the down low.
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The other cops still call you "fatso."
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Short fuse and a top to blow.
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Unhappy wife, shitty life, hit the bottle.
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Your whole world dropped from under you.
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Left you with sorry excuses, left you with meaningless things to prove.
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Like why you became a cop, why did you become a cop?
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Shut the fuck up.
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After my court date, I'll forget about you.
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I'll tell my cellmates, I'll forget about you.
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After the jailbreak, I'll forget about you.
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After I'm through singing this song, I'll forget about you.
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I'll forget about you!
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Cop
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| Alkaline Trio |
