Dirty Cop song lyrics: Dirty Cop. Corrupt police suspect cocaine, blame morals scruples body bags. MickTerry.com

Dirty Cop song lyrics: Dirty Cop. Corrupt police suspect cocaine, blame morals scruples body bags.  MICK TERRY
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DIRTY COP
( Corrupt police song lyrics )
Copyright 2008 - MickTerry.com

It didn't start out this way.
I had morals. I had scruples.
I was out to make the world a better place.
But soon enough, I found myself way over my head.
And then I woke up one day.
Bags of cocaine. There were oodles.
And not any way for any to be traced.
And no one ever would suspect me or want me dead.

    I'm a DIRTY COP and I can't say I'm repentant.
    I'm a DIRTY COP and I can't say I'm ashamed.
    I've got two ex-wives with expensive tastes.
    Both their lawyers were better than mine.
    I'm a DIRTY COP, but I won't say they're to blame.

I spread that out for six years.
No one noticed. None suspected.
Th' extra cash just helped me meet my monthly bills.
But soon enough, I found my stash a little too thin.
I wasn't stopped by my fears.
I just bullied and collected.
Hookers, dealers, pimps all paid for my goodwill.
It wasn't long 'til I was really raking it in.

    CHORUS

        It all came all too easy. It all just fell in my lap.
        It all came all too easy. & now my life has fallen to crap.

And now I'm stuck in this hole.
There're two snipers at the back door,
both with 'powered scopes just waiting for my next move,
and seven squad cars fanned around for me out in front.
And now it's out of control.
Two dead bodies by the front door.
And the cops know that it's me they must remove.
Three body bags would make a neater end to this hunt.

    CHORUS

Copyright 2008  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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