Die!
Die!
Die!
Die!
Your prospect of living gone,
You ran the light at dawn,
Protectors on your back,
Lights are on their track,
You're nothing like me,
You're nothing like me,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Fuck you pig
Get them reported,
Let them just fucking run,
The man that I broke
He still fits in his sleep
Evil is written paper on
Looks like he made what you are
Evil is written paper on
Let them fuck with your rights
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Fuck you pig
Seven A.M. morning came to take us away
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads
Seven A.M. morning came to take us away
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah