It's kinda sad, the things that you do

For the media news and a merit badge

And I swear to God that'll have you dead

Before your next breath, put a shot in your head

And I'm not alone, there's people out there

Who hate your fucking [?]

And they'll [?]

Get your [?]

The kind of person [?]

It's called payback, son

Every cop needs some

[?]

Putting order in its place

[?]

Buildings fall and people die

When the people police the state

[?] fucking power

So fuck your ideals, I don't need no control

[?] before I met you fucks

And it seems that way for many other people

It makes us paranoid when you're out in our town

So my head is spinning, I just cash my check

[?] myself [?] a pack of cigarettes

It's probably over now, there's a state trooper

Well now you [?] me enough to fucking [?] me here