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**