Motion City Soundtrack - Calling All Cops Lyrics
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Calling All Cops
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What Are The Lyrics For Calling All Cops By Motion City Soundtrack?
Calling all cops and autobots,
I hope that you?re still there Saving victims from the wreckage Of our wild affairs, such wild affairs. Copy all cats and acrobats, I know you don?t play fair, Slinging sickness through the atmosphere, Without a care, without a care. Drowning all dolls in concert halls, The curtain hits the cast, They parade like perfect ponies, But it never lasts, it never lasts. Sever all ties to satellites That broadcast worthless words You're extrapolating nonsense And it really hurts, it really hurts. When I?m awake, I make the same mistakes they make. When I?m awake, I can?t escape. When I?m awake, I make the same mistakes they make. And everything just falls apart. Calling all cops and autobots, I hope that you?re still there, Saving victims from the wreckage, Of our wild affairs, such wild affairs. Suffer all teens on dramamine, The coast is not yet clear, Every continent has chaos, And we need you here, we need you here. When I?m awake, I make the same mistakes they make. When I?m awake, I can?t escape. When I?m awake, I make the same mistakes they make. And everything just falls apart. (Calling all cops and autobots) And everything just falls apart, (Calling all cops and autobots) And everything just falls apart. And everything just falls apart. |
Who Wrote Calling All Cops By Motion City Soundtrack?
Jesse Mack Johnson, Joshua Allen Cain, Justin Courtney Pierre, Matthew Scott Taylor, Tony Richard Thaxton
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