Well, everyone knows you're an asshole
And your new occupation lets everyone know for sure
Directing traffic in the Big Apple
And toting a gun, wearing a badge that you swore you'd never wear
Like faded ink on the backside of your arm
"Kill Your Idols" and wear them down and out
You're wearing them down and out because you've sold out
We all knew you were an asshole
But you've really brought yourself to a new kind of all time low
Where the bullied becomes the bully
And bullies what it's built on, in blue
A uniform that you swore you'd never wear
Like faded ink on the backside of your arm
"Kill Your Idols" and wear them down and out
You're wearing them down and out
Well you should get used to doughnuts and drinking too much coffee
While I watch your punk rock past
Disappear as fast as you'll be reading its Miranda rights
You're reading its Miranda rights
You're reading its Miranda rights
So arrest me if I'm convinced that more often than not
The worst kinds of people become cops