Hey Mr. Chips
How\'s the wife?
And are the kids still poison?
Do you still eat them?
Been under the gun
Been running the gun
Say how\'d this world get so fucking fun all of a sudden?
(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\'ll 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 of bed
Just lay back down your pretty head
They\'re advertising on police cars
Police cars
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 the song of your bones?
To turn it up?
When it calls to you will you wake up?
They\'re

Advertising on police cars
And 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
Police cars
Police cars

Writer : GOOD, MATTHEW
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing