Got No Soul Songtext
von Cop Shoot Cop

Late for work again today
Somebody′s lying down on the job again
Will you people please stop jumping under my train
Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay
While we hose the blood away
And the clock keeps ticking
So I spend my evening wishing I never was born
Drinking toasts to that hood with the hooves and the horns
'Cause the roaches won′t do my laundry no more
And the rats refuse to fix the holes in the floor
Water comes through the ceiling
I asked a pig if he wanted to dance
He said, "Is that a.45 in your pants or are you just glad to see me?"
I said, "All I need is a distraction
Oh, maybe a sense of satisfaction
Perhaps a pair of pliers to rip off these blinders
'Cause my peripheral vision is dying
It ain't as if I ain′t trying
I am a rat in a maze of my own devising"
And is that a call to arms?


Is that a call to arms I hear rising?
Is that a call to arms I hear rising
Out of that concrete hole?
Your war on drugs got no soul
Your hired thugs got no soul
Your hippie trash got no soul
Your yuppie cash got no soul
Your video clips, your beauty tips
Remote control, the big black hole
Got no soul, got no soul
Got no soul, got no soul
And the clock′s ticking off like the timer on some big neutron switch
'Cept there′s just one hitch
You gotta strike it rich before the shit comes down
So they're out there panhandling for gold
Prospecting in the street, sifting garbage in the gutter
Digging in the tenements, looking for a vein
Trying to find that big score, the mother lode
And everyone′s a wannabe
The wicked and the weak
The victors and the victimized
The economists and the economized
My TV mindset is shattered, shadoobie
No guts, no glory, no balls
Whatever you wanna call it, there ain't nothing real there at all
And I don′t feel whole
Yeah, your mobile phone got no soul
Your Rolling Stone got no soul
Your music scene got no soul
Your answering machine got no soul
Your microwave, your toilet seat
Your corporate swine, your bullshit line
Hey, you on the payroll, hey, you on the J train
Hey, you on the TV news, hey, you in the three-piece suit
I got no soul, I got no soul
I got no soul, I got no soul
I got no soul, I got no soul
Got no soul, got no soul
I got no soul, I got no soul