Eggs for Rib - Cop Shoot Cop

It will hurt if I swallow

It will hurt if I swallow

It will hurt if I--

Mommy!

Cut short that long goodbye

You’re spilling entrails down the drain

Slumped over the kitchen sink

I got that gutted feeling again

Down another pint of gin

My guts are twisted inside out

Well anyway, this town’s a mess

Let’s pack a suitcase and move out

Slack-jawed and fully loaded

You stood there pissing on your feet

Like something the cat dragged in

And something the dog wouldn’t eat

Eggs for rib, you said it

I’m hanging broken on a nail

Eggs for rib, I don’t get it

Send me a postcard in the mail

Hasta la vista

You’re just an oil slick

On the dragstrip

You’re just a skidmark

On the speedway

Speedway

You’re down in Tijuana

I’m back on 42nd Street

With the smell of motor oil

Mixing with blood stains on the sheet

Eggs for rib, you said it

I wrote this in a Boston jail

Eggs for rib, I don’t get it

Send me a postcard in the mail

Send me a postcard

Well you’re the new joke

From the old school

Think you’re a big shit

'Round the cesspool

You’re just a whirlpool

In the mainstream

Think you’re the big drag

On the dope scene

You’re just an oil slick

On the dragstrip

You’re just a skidmark

On the speedway

On the speedway

On the speedway