Got No Soul
Cop Shoot Cop Lyrics

Late for work again today
I'm always late for work, and it's not my fault.

Somebody's lying down on the job again
People at my work are not doing what they're supposed to.

Will you people please stop jumping under my train
I'm frustrated with people committing suicide and causing delays on my train.

Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay
The train is delayed due to a person jumping in front of it.

While we hose the blood away
Efforts are being made to clean the train tracks.

(And the clock keeps ticking...)
Time is passing by, no matter what's happening.

So I spent my evening wishing I was never born
I'm feeling really down and hopeless about my life.

Drinking toasts to that hood with the hooves and the horns
I'm trying to find solace in a devil or demon character.

Because the roaches won't do the laundry no more
My living situation is really bad, things aren't getting done.

And the rats refuse to fix the holes in the floor
I'm living in a place that's falling apart and no one's bothering to fix it.

Water comes through the ceiling...
The living conditions are atrocious and nothing is being done about it.

I asked a pig if he wanted to dance
I'm so fed up, I'm trying anything to distract from my reality.

He says is that a 45 in your pants
The police officer is suspicious of me.

Or are you just glad to see me?
The police officer thinks I have a weapon.

I said, All I need is a distraction
I just want something to take my mind off my problems.

Or maybe a sense of satisfaction
I want to feel like I'm accomplishing something.

Perhaps a pair of pliers to rip off these blinders
I need to remove the blocks preventing me from seeing the truth.

Because my peripheral vision is dying
I feel like I'm losing my ability to see the big picture.

It ain't as if I ain't trying
I'm doing my best to keep going.

I'm a rat in a maze of my own devising
I'm lost and I don't even know how I got here.

And is that a call to arms... Is that a call to arms I hear rising?
I'm hearing something that's making me feel like I need to take action.

Is that a call to arms I hear rising out of that concrete hole?
The source of the call to action seems to be a dark and unhappy place.

Yer war on drugs got no soul, yer hired thugs got no soul.
The people in charge of fighting drug use and those they employ have lost their compassion and humanity.

You hippy trash got no soul. Yer yuppie cash got no soul.
Both supposedly opposing groups have lost sight of what truly matters and are soulless.

Yer video clips, yer beauty tips, remote control.
The things we're surrounded by and obsessed with are shallow and meaningless.

It's a big black hole. Got no soul. Got no soul.
We're all being sucked into an empty abyss of meaninglessness.

And the clock's clicking off like the timer on some big neutron switch
Time is passing by, and we have no control over the consequences.

Except that there's just one hitch: you gotta strike it rich
The only way to have any power or control is through wealth.

Before the shit comes down
You have to get rich quickly, or it will be too late.

So they're out there panhandling for gold
People will go to extreme lengths to try and accumulate wealth.

Prospecting in the street, sifting garbage in the gutter
People will look for riches in the most undesirable and unlikely places.

Digging in the tenements, looking for a vein
People are searching everywhere for a way to get rich.

Trying to find that big score: the mother lode
People are hoping for that one big break that will change everything for them.

And everything's a wannabe -- the wicked and the weak,
Everyone is striving toward something they think will make them happy, but no one is actually happy.

The victors and the victimized, the economists and the economized
No matter who you are, no matter your social status, everyone is suffering from the same spiritual emptiness.

My T.V. mind-set is shattered (sh'dooby)
The way we view the world has been completely disrupted or broken.

No guts, no glory, no balls -- whatever you want to call it --
There is no courage, bravery or strength behind what we do.

There ain't nothing real there at all (and I don't feel whole)
Everything we do and everything we chase after is empty and unfulfilling, and it's taking its toll on us.

Yeah, yer mobile phone got no soul. Yer rolling stone got no soul.
Our possessions and things meant to make our lives easier have become soulless and empty.

Yer music scene got no soul. Yer answering machine got no soul.
Even the things that were once a source of comfort and solace have become meaningless.

Yer microwave, yer toilet slave. You corporate swine.
Corporations have taken over our lives and have reduced us to mindless consumers.

Yer bullshit line. Hey you on the payroll! Hey you on the J Train!
We're all being fed lies by our employers and by society at large.

Hey you on the T.V. News! Hey you in the 3-piece suit!
Even those in positions of power and influence are just as lost and soulless as the rest of us.

I got no soul. I got no soul. Got no soul.
The artist has lost their own sense of self, just like everyone else.

I got no soul. I got no soul. Got no soul...
The artist is stuck in this state of feeling empty and hopeless.