Song parody of
Cops
by All About Atticus
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This candy tastes like wine
Helps you fall asleep again
Helps you dream again
How can you dream when
The TV is turned on again
I have to laugh while we pass these houses
They're not built to last
These waves will crash and you'll still doubt this
They're gonna flood this town
Floating ships around the bungalows and beachy houses
Filling up slow with the sound
Of "Good Morning, Class"
Green algae
Heat flash
Won't swim in the sound again
I'm gonna grow up and they're going to find a little alien
Making its house in my mouth
Moving around
Just like I did decidin' the next place to hide in
Cops patrol
They rake my bones
Shaking them out
Rubbing them down
You get used to the sound
Of all of these fucking cops around
Turning over and over
I can do this sober
Don't roll it closer
The feeling you get when you're on a rollercoaster
This baby isn't mine
She follows me in my sleep again
I'm dreaming of a time when
I won't even have to think again
About my baby abandoning the ship again
This candy tastes like wine
Helps you fall asleep again
Helps you dream again
How can you dream when
The TV is turned on again
I have to laugh while we pass these houses
They're not built to last
These waves will crash and you'll still doubt this
They're gonna flood this town
Floating ships around the bungalows and beachy houses
Filling up slow with the sound
Of "Good Morning, Class"
Green algae
Heat flash
Won't swim in the sound again
I'm gonna grow up and they're going to find a little alien
Making its house in my mouth
Moving around
Just like I did decidin' the next place to hide in
Cops patrol
They rake my bones
Shaking them out
Rubbing them down
You get used to the sound
Of all of these fucking cops around
Turning over and over
I can do this sober
Don't roll it closer
The feeling you get when you're on a rollercoaster
This baby isn't mine
She follows me in my sleep again
I'm dreaming of a time when
I won't even have to think again
About my baby abandoning the ship again
