Hey Mr. Chips
  how's the wife?
  And are the kids still poison?
  Do you still eat them?
  Been under the gun,
  running the guns
  say how'd this world get so fucking fun
  all of a sudden?
    Here's a quarter for the phone
  why don't you call someone and find out
  how it is we can all belong
  to something that no one
  wants any part of
  one day you'lll wake up and they'll be
  advertising on police cars
  and your death will sell you out
  as someone smart,
  somewhat smart
    Baby don't get out out of bed,
  just lay back down your pretty head
  and they're advertising on police cars
    Hey Mr. Chips,
  had me a notion
  like a burning sky dropped to the ocean
  a bitter pill, is it better still
  to lay undone your guts for show?
  To reconstruct some of your bones?
  To turn it up?
  When it calls to you will you wake up?
    They're advertising on police cars
  your death will sell you out as someone smart,
  somewhat smart
  baby don't get out of bed,
  just lay back down your pretty head
  they're advertising on police cars