God'S Cop
Happy Mondays
4:58This one's dedicated to an hippy And as someone once said "Never trust a hippy" 60 people in an empty hotel Every last cump with a story to tell Give them all pills, so their heads won't swell We were born to a woman whose husband did quite well Oh sunshine, shone brightly Through my arsehole today Could have tripped out real easy, but I decided to stay Hold out your hand Hold out your hand Hold out your hand said whitey with the blame We'll really fuck you up, so you really dig the pain Take you under my wings, so you'll never be the same His wife is so much older and both her legs are lame Oh sunshine, it shines brightly through my window today Could have gone 20 miles, but I decided to stay Oh, stay a while Stay a whie Are you ready? All my flock has stopped here and flocked all back to hell Open up the doors, so the place don't start to smell Carry on with what your doing 'cause you don't do it that well I've been umpteen different people, and no one else can tell Oh sunshine, it shines brightly through my arsehole today I could have tripped out real easy, but I decided to stay Come up and see me, and make me smile Come up and see me, just never with your while 60 people in an empty hotel Every last one with something to tell Give them all pills, so their heads won't swell They were born to a woman whose husband did quite well Oh sunshine, it shines brightly Through my window today Could have gone down real easy, but I decided to stay Check a woman, check-check, check a woman Check a woman, check a woman, check-check, check a woman Oh, oh, oh Oh, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Open Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah