Cops Of Amerika
Written 2008 © 2010 by T. Hubbard
We are the cops of Amerika, the special elite,
Better do what we say,
‘cause we’re the kings of the street.
We got a mandate from hell, to secure Satan’s reign,
And though the people have spoken,
And it causes us pain,
To witness any liberty other than our own,
we think the concept of freedom
is way over blown.
Better pay attention to the rules of our game.
‘cause once we get you in our system,
your life will never be the same.
We’re the cops of Amerika, you better watch out,
We’re gonna shoot you down,
If you dare to speak out.
We just love this war, that ‘ol Ronnie created,
It gave us such power,
we are over-inflated.
And thanks to bushy criminals, we got more rights than you,
Unless you got lots of money,
Then to you we are true blue.
The economy may be busted, but we’re stocked up for the war,
With guns, cars, and armor,
And lots of money for more.
We had to close the libraries, so we could hoard the funds,
And cut short education,
Gotta buy more guns.
We’re the cops of Amerika, the people just don’t rate,
We’re better than you,
And so is the state.
We built lots of prisons, to put the people in,
Though the premise we use,
Might get a little thin.
You have no constitution, its just paper to us,
Of course most of us can barely read,
What’s all the fuss?
All you liberals be damned, it doesn’t matter who you elect,
We’re Lucifers chosen,
It will have no effect.
We’re the cops of Amerika, and we are never wrong.
We’ll murder old ladies
Cause the neighbors smoked a bong.
We’re the cops of Amerika, do your hear that sound.
It’s our siren of terror
as we race trough your town.
No matter what we do, we will always be cop,
We’re the cops of Amerika,’
Who’ll make us stop?