So you think you know what terror is As it stares from the newspaper page Yeah, of course you all know what horror is It's the rage of the age Well, intimidation doesn't have a focus It oozes from every pore Murder doesn't bother to whisper In this f**ing town it roars Bodies awash in back bayous Bibles all full of holes k** a captive to capture a criminal Badges where there's gotta be souls Badges where there ought to be souls Badges where there's gotta be souls Well, I'd like to be smug and self-righteous And talk about courts setting criminals free Buy me a nice little home near Conroe Where the neighbors are just like me But everytime I see the uniform I realize I've had the luck To only read about their latest deeds And miss a fascist mind f** Duck when you see'em coming The badge means you s** A black man just back from Nam People thought he was a little bit odd Jogged at night to calm his nerves Always talking about god Well a black man running in the evening To a cop is a n******g crook They had two loaded revolvers Milton had just one book But he didn't had a chance to convert them Because they wouldn't take a second look It took eight shots to stop Milton Glover And his goddam holy book Duck when you see'em coming Cause the badge means you s** Sprinkle bodies with their throw down revolvers Cover court transcripts with sh** And if by chance you get found guilty You'll still get away with it The men who k**ed Joe Torres Never went to jail The sniper who picked off Carl Hampton Never paid any bail Well, the k**ers of Milton Glover They might be pulling you over tonight And if you happen to get shot Well I guess you started the fight I guess you started the fight Well I guess you started the fight Bodies awash in back bayous Bibles all full of holes k** a captive to capture a criminal Badges where there ought to be souls Well there's too much counterfeit money I don't need to pa** no buck Just coin me a new slogan The badge means you s** The badge means you're f**ed The badge means you s**