Текст песни Must Be a Cop - Husbands

Circle the lot
Must be a cop
With grease in his teeth
As he jacks the last spot
Take another lap
Curse karma, she has failed you again

Aimless or not
We're all gonna rot
Preach to the choir
Already shot
I see dead ones on the buy-in
I see dead kids skating lines at the mall
(Selling pot, stealing my spot, that's it)

Slip-ping, minds, lead, straight, lines, down, down
Slip-(singing way together) ping (please sing it again) minds
Get me out of this one more time (one more time)
Slip-ping, minds, down, down

Sundays for smiters
Doghouse on fire
Bad hook, don't bite it
I'll help you fight it
Here's another one
Steal away with you

Cursed from the start
Believe it or not
There's a reason you feel like you do
I see dead ones on the buy-in
I see dead kids skating lines, then they're gone
Selling pot

Slip-ping, minds, lead, straight, lines, down
Slip (singing way together) ping, (please sing it again), minds
(Please sing it again), lead, (one more time) straight, lines, down, down