Chumbawamba Oxymoron lyrics

Shiny button down clown suit, oxymoron
Expand the simplest of chores, oxymoron
Mr. Constant consternation

And his declaration of war
Makes a fist out of demands
With his plasticene hands

Matey makes a big, big deal, oxymoron
And Matey makes a big, big meal, oxymoron
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
The good cop, oxymoron
I don't believe in the good cop

At the ticket inspector 's party, oxymoron

Prison guards eye store detectives, oxymoron
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, oxymoron
Yes Sir, I switched on the taps, oxymoron
Heads to crack, eyes to black

Bureaucrats will cover your tracks
Here's how dictatorships begin:
Fools obey without thinking

The good cop, oxymoron
I don't believe in the good cop