Waiting for the Punchline - Cop Shoot Cop

At the back of your house

At the end of my rope

I put my foot into it this time good

I’m grinding teeth

Just don’t think about it

We used to joke about it:

«Let's have lunch sometime»

Waiting for the punchline

That punchline

Well if money talks

Must be losing my hearing

If opportunity knocked

I guess I wasn’t home

But you’re giving in

Giving in by inches

If you can’t see that

You must be going blind

Waiting for the punchline

Whoo!

Picture this:

Hung head, hung jury, well hungover

Sitting in my stinking dead man’s shoes

With a blister-dick stuck in the crack of the past

Like the holy waiting to roll

Counting off the fractures in my argument

So I have a few beers to loosen the gears

So I have a few beers to loosen the gears

And we stagger on the bridge in anticipation

Leap for joy at the abomination

New words for the same old affliction

White blues with a bad complexion

Four black wannabes, one nigga hater

I hate the idea

But just dig this conclusion

You know, I hate the idea

But just dig this conclusion

Dig this conclusion

Whoo!

Oh, get off my back

Easy on the upholstery

This race has run me ragged

Time to change my skin

I can’t get no sleep

And I’m tired of trying

Insomnia’s another word

For too much on your mind

Waiting for the punchline

Waiting for the punchline