Oxymoron Lyrics - Singles - Chumbawamba

Shiny button-down clown suit 

Oxymoron 

(Repeat) 

Fucked up the simplest of chores 

Mister constant consternation 

And his declaration of war 

Makes a fist out of demands 

With his plasticene hands 

Matey makes a big, big deal 

And matey makes a big big meal 

Boasts of a conscience so big 

It means his uniform won't fit 

Cooking books and punching drunks 

Working for the real crooks 

The good cop 

Oxymoron 

(Repeat) 

I don't believe in the good cop 

I don't believe in the good cop 

I don't believe 

At the ticket inspector's party 

Prison guards eye store detectives 

All good fighters of crime 

Same repeated chat-up line 

Are you well tooled up 

Come and have a go if you think 

You're hard enough 

Watch them tighten their straps 

Yes sir I switched on the taps 

Heads to crack, eyes to black 

Bureaucrats will cover your tracks 

Here's how your dictatorships begin 

Fools obey without thinking 

The good cop 

Oxymoron 

(Repeat) 

I don't believe in the good cop 

I don't believe in the good cop 

I don't believe 

(Repeat)