| Something stirring in the air, a victory?
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| A time-bomb ticking to explode, three, two, one, let’s go.
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| Something passive, something not.
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| Billy clubs out, call the S.W.A.T.
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| Rabid dogs without a leash,
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| is this how you keep the peace?
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| You want riots? |
| Wear your riot gear.
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| You want violence?
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| Then shoot some tear gas in the air.
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| It is written on your badge,
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| 'To serve and protect',
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| it seemed you only served yourselves,
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| protecting your own neck.
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| Controlling with fear, menacing and threatening.
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| You want my respect?
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| You better start respecting me.
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| Go and get your riotgear,
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| swing your girlie all around,
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| we’ll be dancing on the cinders,
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| as the town is burning down.
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| Swing her around, burn it all down.
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| Something smelled of power tripping,
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| crowd control was rank.
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| Tear gas everyone downtown,
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| what you did really stank.
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| Legislation, never made you judge and jury.
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| martial law now,
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| beat the kids down with no worries.
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| Go and get your riotgear,
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| swing your girlie all around,
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| we’ll be dancing on the cinders,
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| as the town is burning down.
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| Swing her around, burn it all down. |