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Well I was walking home one night I had a few drinks, I was feeling alright Not looking for any trouble though I like to fight The fascists pull up in their car Dressed in blue do I live far? Do I have I.D.? And where was the bar? Their hands quivered on their guns As they read my records âcause I've had fun They say they'd like to kill me Why don't I run? Fuck the cops! They're the ones who are gonna DIE! It's last call and I'm aware My friends are coming to this little affair So when I hear their death threats I say, "I don't care!" They put the handcuffs on me tight Cracked me with a big flashlight And said that I'd be lucky to make it through the night Through a phonebook on my chest They beat their tonfas and did their best These cocks would have no balls if it weren't for the crest! They cracked my ribs to hear my cries I lift my head and look in their eyes And say, "Fuck you, cop! You're the one that's gonna fucking DIE!" From Letras Mania