Pigs of law on the prowl like a pack of wolves.
Rats that scurry, hiding from traps, selling out brothers for food.
Every kevlar covered, spineless fucking body.
Waste of cloth, waste of protection, waste of fucking gold.
Rats and pigs will see the day, aint enough bullets in the world.
From Brooklyn to Babylon,
the blast of a bagpipe to the tune of
Amazing Grace 'til my ears fucking bleed.
It makes me sick, aint nobody payin' for the front.
To pretend to be my daddy, demanding order with an iron club.
Blue tails tucked and running scared,
graveyards littered with the crosses they bare.
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