Nine Eleven Kill The Cop In Yourself
As miserable as we have ever been
Take a look around, a million dead souls society
Paid to obey and to survey with or without blue uniform
Yeah, it's a job to keep cop's elite
f..ck you
One's feet in the shit, one's feet in the 8mm
And now see how we're just so down to talk about it, I have to hurt my back
Watch yourself hommie ready to sell your mum
In the name of authority, blessed by god or fed by dogs,
You're just a slave who have fun working for your master
But you don't know what it means !
Yeah, the more I know you and the more I love my dog
And we're just so down to talk about it. I have to hurt my back
NOW KILL THE COP IN YOURSELF, and light off the siren's sound of fear,
This fear you feel when your state loads up its guns
Now kill the cop in yourself and light off the siren's sound, the state of fear
Loading up its guns against you !
