quiet twilight side street, Amsterdam
suddenly a lonesome engine drone
the boys with the blue lights want out in the red
they long to hear the sirens turn them on
undercover
with their truncheons of steel
they wanna cop a feel
they fuck the order
fuck the law
with their facist retribution
fuck the order
fuck the law
and their facist retribution
fucking pigs
cruising for a bruising of the pain
handcuffed to the strong arm of the law
but there's no need to be alarmed
the tinted windows kepp them from
the grieving's bodily harm
GBH
Artist: Jim Brickman
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