| Lyrics: | [non album track]
Hmmm, Yea *13
Police
Call the police
officers
Freeze!
That clown they dress up
That clown they dress up
Hold
it
Move, right there.
You, Get up! Get up! Get up!
Put your hands on top
Don't make
me repeat myself, God Dammit!
I said move, Freeze! Freeze and hold it
Put 'em down or I'll
blow his damn brains out
Put your hands on top
Don't make me repeat myself, God
Dammit!
I said move, Freeze! Freeze and hold it
I hear rape.
Get up!
Get everyone on
the floor
Up against the wall God Dammit, all of you
Come on move!
Put your hands on top
of your head
Put your hands on top
Don't make me repeat myself
Hold it, over
there
Move, move, right there. There's good
You, Get up, Get up! Get up!
Hold
it
Move, right there.
You, Get up, Get up! Get up!
Put your hands on top
Don't make
me repeat myself, God Dammit!
I said move, Freeze!
Hey, check this out
Hello lover,
you wanna go out?
Straight from the booker
Sounds like a hit
The bitch is nuts, man, she
was smoking that angel dust, ya
dig?
? street pigs
That clown they dress up as a cop,
what do ya think of that
son of a bitch,
heh?
Your gangs, whinos, junkies!
Pigs,
fuckers, maniacs
The neighborhood is going to be full of stars with all these
TV
cameras
around
I ain't afraid of all them fuckin' skulls and alters and
shit
(Static)...live here from the pentagon tonight...(static) |
