O.S.I.T.C. Lyrics

Too rich for my blood

Can't cover the cover charge

Two criminals still at large

Oh but I still feel cuffed

Even if we make parole

I'd like it if you danced, you seem

So sick and cold

Got us scared and running

Oh shit it's the cops

No we never saw you coming

Turn it down or off

It's the best that I can do

It's the best that I can do

It's the best that I can do

Gone, one by one

Hunted down

Under the ground

Black and blue, and white

Booked and read my rights

Hush, sit tight

Don't open the door

You've got a lot of nerve

So if you need me

I'll be here sitting in the

Back of the car

Let's keep it weird

But keep it down

Oh you got us scared and running

Oh Shit it's the Cops

No we never had a chance seeing you coming

Turn it down or off

It's the best that I can do

Listen it's nothing personal

I wish I could let you go

I still think you should dance

Your s-oh shit it's the cops

Hey man, we should do this more often

They will try and keep us silent

Do your worse but I think that

Justice will be

Served

I plead, the Fifth

I plead the Fifth

I plead the Fifth

I plead the Fifth

I plead the Fifth

I plead the Fifth