Pity the Bastard - Cop Shoot Cop

I just can’t keep my filthy hands

Off your peace of mind

Well it’s cheaper than a compliment

But it’s worth the cost at half the price

Yeah, yeah, yeah, so talk is cheap

Well, so’s my kind

The only thing I ever got for free

Was a jugular dose of bad advice

Dice are loaded

Gun is empty

Should’ve learned better the last time

Pity the bastard

Pity the bastard

Ill-gut feeling, fear and loathing

Cheapshit TV-movie-style foreboding

Guns are smoking, streets are smoking

Smells like alibis corroding

I stand naked before your eyes

I’m a sullen drunk with a swollen head

What’s a lousy cut of meat

Without a stinking piece of bread?

Dice are loaded

Gun is empty

Should’ve learned better the last time

Pity the bastard

Pity the bastard

Should’ve learned better the last time

Pity the bastard

Pity the bastard

Should’ve learned better the last time

Pity the bastard

Pity the bastard