Leftover Crack - Burn Them Prisons lyrics

a lie i once heard: "we're innocent until proved guilty" but the truth is absurd we're poor until proved rich and the scales of justice are fixed by lying pigs a plot of human terror unfolds behind the precinct door to cage all the minorities, the immigrants and poor next they'll hunt the handicapped, disabled blind and deaf and what will all these piggies do, ha! when there's no one left swat police in riot gear are bombing us tonight an all our civil liberties will die by morning's light while crooked politicians lie and rig the ballot book we whitewash fake democracy and paint another coat we'll keep you here to stay; you'll never get away your property ain't mine, until your dying day we'll crush your soul inside; there is no easy ride the hotel's never free and the rooms are always occupied nice of you to join us welcome to the prison age financial quest for new frontiers to build a bigger cage surplus populations growing all around the world capital invests quick to cage these boys and girls we'll bomb the police state, a**a**inate the magistrate we'll go to every town and burn them f**ing prisons down we'll keep you here to stay; you'll never get away your property and mine, until your dying day the court pretenders fake, the judge is on the take if you wanna find a cop you're gonna have to drag the lake [spoken:] capitalism creates such a division between the rich and the poor that this surplus population is created and "government" solution has been their containment for increasing petty offenses... plot of human terror unfolds behind the precinct door to cage all the minorities, the immigrants and poor next they'll hunt the handicapped, disabled blind and deaf and what will all these piggies do, ha! when there's no one left we'll bomb the police state, a**a**inate the magistrate we'll go to every town and burn them f**ing prisons down we'll bomb the police state, a**a**inate the magistrate we'll go to every town and burn them f**ing prisons down, down (f**ing pigs, f**ing pigs, war against the f**ing pigs, stab them with some dirty rigs, bury them under dirt and twigs, gotta hate that gang of f**ing pigs.)