They walk around so self-righteous Busting heads to fill their quotas Use of fear to build their egos Societies hand picked vigilantes Drinking wine in an alley one day The cops came by make him pou it down the drain Hand -cuffs out hand on his gun Saying "I don't like your looks I think you're coming With us" Hand-cuffs stapped on the real tight Forced to lay face down in the street Kicked repeatedly in the head Tossed in a dumpster And left for dead Brutality and corruption