Story Behind The Song
Being a rock band is kinda like being a Traffic Cop, you must be humble and wait your turn as people piss on you from the balcony.
| Song Length |
3:28 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Pop - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Welcoming, Composed |
Subject |
Justice, Will |
| Similar Artists |
Sting, Matchbox Twenty |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The traffic cop gets coffee as he slightly tips his brim
Politely like his mom taught him
A sunny day in Denver the traffic ventures out
His clean black gloves will leave no doubt
His arms are like stiff black boards in the sky
Flailing about as cars go by
He Struggles to rise among the ranks
Gathering wisdom as he banks
On black uniforms and thanks
The traffic cop gets jollies from the panes of waving hands
The innocent five-finger dance
And everyone else flies by him like a pack of wild boar
Lifting their one finger whore
His arms are like stiff black boards in the sky
Flailing about as cars go by
He Struggles to rise among the ranks
Gathering wisdom as he banks
On black uniforms and?
Thanks for the hard work and the crap pay
He can't breathe
The pollution will take him away
From black uniforms and thanks
From black uniforms and thanks
From black uniforms and thanks
His arms are like stiff black boards in the sky
Flailing about as cars go by
He Struggles to rise among the ranks
Gathering wisdom as he banks
On black uniforms and thanks