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They kill the kids with no regrets And play the games and bet the bets They find excuse to shoot some more And rape the weak and starve the poor Stain my hands blood red Cop their guns and shoot em dead Tie em down with their hands and feet Crucify em like they did saint pete They make me go insane Dressed in blue they all look the same revolutionary, sometimes thats too damn scary squeeze the trigger swing the club lay dead bleeding in a tub behind the bars of the fuckin law its worse than dead its fuckin wrong When yer handcuffed against the wall Spit in their face and scream fuck y'all Don't try to change my fuckin looks I'll kill you all you god damn crooks You've taken every thing from me You killed my love from yer shooting spree Theres no word for what you are And ya don't even know yer rights from wrongs!!! Aus Songtexte Mania