About

Hello, and welcome to my website. RANT is basically where I babble on about whatever I want - mostly punk rock, diy culture, anarcho-socialism, and general politics. There are no chats, no guestbooks, no comments sections - just RANTS.

Past Rants

CREDITS

Content
BT

Layout
Shadowed Force

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My Lyrics

If you want to use any of these, go ahead, just credit BT.

good cop
I'm a good cop.
I'm a good cop.

I'm a good cop.
I get into work
at half past 7, I'm never late.
Get my free latte from Starbucks,
Set up a speed trap on I-88.
See me driving in your neighborhood
with a smile for everyone.
You know I'd never forget my taser
or mistake it for a gun.

CHORUS:
I'm a good cop.
Oh, yes, I'm a good cop.
Patrolling the streets just to keep them safe.
I'm a good cop.
A motherfucking good cop.
You'll want me around if you're robbed or raped.
You'll want me around when you're beaten or raped.

I'm a good cop,
So just confess.
It'll go so much better if you do.
This isn't an interrogation.
I can even put in a good word for you.
I'm on the internal review board,
'Cause my record's clean as can be.
So long as I don't squeal on my partner
He'll never do the same to me.

CHORUS

I'm a good cop.
Alright, stay back.
Arrest in progress, nothing to see.
Hey you! Don't interfere!
We're just cleaning up the streets.
Turn off your fucking iPhone camera.
See, I just turned off mine.
Don't listen to that drug addict.
I assure you, he's fine.

CHORUS:
I'm a good cop.
Oh, yes, I'm a good cop.
Patrolling the streets just to keep them safe.
I'm a good cop.
A motherfucking good cop.
You'll want me around
You'll want me around
You'll want me around
You'll want me around
You'll want me around

Oh, whoops, he's dead.

workin' in a coal mine (with additional lyrics by me)
Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down, down, down
Workin' in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down down, down
Workin' in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down

Five o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already up and gone
Lord, I'm so tired
How long can this go on?

Da-da, workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down, down, down
Workin' in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down, down, down
Workin' in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down

'Course I make a little money
Haulin' coal by the ton
But when Saturday rolls around
I'm too tired for havin' fun

Too tired for havin'
I'm just workin' in the coal mine
Goin' down, down, down
Workin' in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
Workin' in a coal mine
Goin' down, down, down
Workin' in a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down

SPOKEN:
You know, this is a good song, but there are a lot of other places people work. There are a lot of other places that make people say "Lord, I'm so tired." I know I've worked at a few. Here's one of them.

Workin' in a warehouse
Driving down, down, down
Workin' in a warehouse
Oops, about to get down

Two o'clock in the mornin'
Won't get off 'til past seven
I sleep my days away
And then the whole thing starts again

Workin' in a warehouse
Driving down, down, down
Workin' in a warehouse
Oops, about to get down

SPOKEN:
But you know, I didn't mind warehouse work. I could listen to music, get into a rhythm. What really sucked was my job before that. It was the kind of job that makes people go "that's not a real job." Bullshit. It was the hardest job I ever had, and it went a little something like this.

Workin' in a Starbucks
Middle of downtown
Workin' in a Starbucks
Woo, it never slows down

Sure, I made a little money
Slinging lattes and frapps
Getting fucking bombarded
By the Karens and the drive-through and the app

Workin' in a Starbucks
Goin' down, down, down
Workin' in a warehouse
Oops, about to slip down
Workin' in coal mine