Before the Tapeworms, Will Wood was part of many other smaller projects. Due to him not wanting to be associated with many of these projects, most have been deleted from Spotify.
After entering recovery early in his career, Wood was diagnosed with Bipolar and began treatment. He has since taken a new direction with his work, dedicated to giving back and using his music to raise money for mental health research and inspire others with their own struggles. He leads a reclusive life in Pennsylvania, rejecting social media with the exception of Patreon and Instagram.
His release, “The Normal Album" is his first album following dropping "The Tapeworms" from his moniker. However the album still features Mike Bottiglieri, Mario Conte, Vater Boris, and Matt Berger. "The Normal Album" is his most polarizing, musically diverse, and lyrically dense album yet, explores the concept of normality through various lenses and alternating viewpoints, and features songs in every genre from disco to klezmer.
His last LP “In case I make It,” , where he explored an entirely different style from what he had published in earlier years, was released in 2022. In 2023 he released the live album “IN CASE I DIE”, before taking a hiatus from creating and releasing music which will last indefinitely.
6up 5oh Cop-Out
Will Wood and the Tapeworms Lyrics
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The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos.
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, I’ll give
Ya PTSD
Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on.
Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe.
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to make my get away from the
Jailbreak riot and
Tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late!
Crazy fuckers’ gotta do the time.
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes.
I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray.
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame!
I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe.
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain!
Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know.
Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and
The pros.
You bare a striking resemblance.
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’.
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.
The drunk-tank’s blood red. Junkie’s gonna relapse.
Some think punk’s dead, me I don’t believe that.
Rock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that lichen-coated boulder,
Make you slip,
Bust your kneecap!
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer.
I’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer.
Slash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer,
All my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here.
Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows.
Heaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like “Hell no! ”
Only one thing comes to those who wait. Is it too late to embrace your
Fate?
My death come swiftly and gently to you.
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom.
Save your convictions, they never will do. What you say’s at least 1/6
Billionth true.
You bare a striking resemblance.
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’.
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.
Am I being detained? Am I under arrest?
Read me my rights please. I want my phone call.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.
The lyrics to Will Wood and the Tapeworms's song "6up 5oh Cop-Out" depict the singer's experiences with law enforcement and the criminal justice system. The opening line, "Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go," is a reference to police officers and the singer's tendency to "cop out" or evade arrest. The line "The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos" refers to the police having evidence against him, similar to how rocks are evidence of the Galapagos Islands' geological history.
The singer expresses his disdain for authority and the limitations of the criminal justice system. He describes himself as a "critter" that is "creepier" than anything the police have encountered and suggests that the trauma of his arrest will give them PTSD. The line "Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame!" encapsulates the singer's attitude towards personal responsibility and accountability.
The lyrics also touch on drug and alcohol abuse, mental health issues, and the power dynamics between prisoners and guards. The line "Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes" highlights the overlap between mental illness and criminal behavior, while "Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement, tryin’ to escape this probation generation" illustrates the dehumanization and desperation that can arise in prison.
Overall, "6up 5oh Cop-Out" is a critique of the criminal justice system and the challenges faced by those who interact with it, particularly those who are marginalized or struggling with mental health issues and addiction.
Line by Line Meaning
Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go.
I quickly grab whatever evidence I have and leave as soon as I see the police approaching.
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos.
The drug test shows that I have been taking drugs and I am in trouble like those who smuggled rocks from Galapagos.
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, I’ll give
Ya PTSD
It is impossible to find someone as creepy and messed up as me. The authorities should have executed me for my crimes, as it would probably give them PTSD.
Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on.
I am taking shots of vodka to calm my nerves after dealing with the police stamping on my throat.
Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe.
The police are getting ready to use their guns and lock me up, as they want to create a sense of shock and awe.
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to make my get away from the
Jailbreak riot and
Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement,
Tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late!
Driving long distances is tiring, and I have been stealing cars to make my escape from the prison riot. My fellow inmates are trying to escape as well, but it's probably too late.
Crazy fuckers’ gotta do the time.
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes.
People who are insane must be punished for their crimes. I was sent to a mental ward, but that didn't stop me from continuing to commit crimes.
I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray.
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame!
I am alive and active despite being in trouble with the law. I might try to plead insanity, but I don't think I am entirely at fault.
I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe.
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain!
I am addicted to drugs, and I keep spraying graffiti on important buildings. I know this behavior is harmful to society, but I hope I can keep doing it without getting caught.
Oh how I know how I go how I go.
Ask me a question the answer I know.
Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and
The pros.
I know what I want, and I know where I am going. If you ask me a question, I already know the answer. I don't bother with the pros and cons, as I only care about what I want.
You bare a striking resemblance.
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’.
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror.
You look like someone I've seen before. You remind me of either someone or something that I can't quite put my finger on. You even look like my bathroom mirror.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.
I'm begging you not to ask me to walk in a straight line. Please let me go! I don't know if you are testing me or trying to arrest me.
The drunk-tank’s blood red. Junkie’s gonna relapse.
Some think punk’s dead, me I don’t believe that.
The atmosphere in the drunk tank is intense, and I worry that I will relapse into taking drugs. Some people think punk music is dead, but I'm still a fan.
Rock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that lichen-coated boulder,
Make you slip,
Bust your kneecap!
Rock n' roll music is slowly getting older, but I'm still clinging onto it until I become as old as a boulder covered in moss. My music might make you slip and hurt yourself.
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer.
I’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer.
Slash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer,
All my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here.
We need to open up the Amazon and hide the cure for cancer there. I am the athlete Lance Armstrong, and you are the mysterious necromancer. We need to cut and burn the forest to get to the 42nd answer. All of my fellow skeletons love the army ants here.
Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows.
Heaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like “Hell no!
I am in a terrible state, with flies on my eyeballs and scabs on my elbows. God must be looking down at me and saying, 'nope, not my problem.'
Only one thing comes to those who wait.
Is it too late to embrace your fate?
Patience is a virtue, and those who wait will eventually get what they want. However, it might be too late to change your fate.
My death come swiftly and gently to you.
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom.
Save your convictions, they never will do.
What you say’s at least 1/6 billionth true.
My death will come quickly and smoothly for you. Chaos and destruction are imminent. Your beliefs and convictions will not save you. What you say is only a tiny fraction of what is true.
Am I being detained? Am I under arrest?
Read me my rights please. I want my phone call.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.
I need to know if I am being held by the police or if I am under arrest. Please read me my rights and let me make a phone call. I don't want to do the heel-to-toe test. I hope I am not being tested until I am under arrest.
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