This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
I'm being hunted by paleface in blue
and these cracka' spooks are haunting you too
With municipal shovels they're out digging our graves
Under threat of reprisal we abide to enslave
Policia, policia; why can't you see
Your bullets will never pacify me
I don't fight the world; the world fights me
Cause the gang in control is the fucking P.D.
(That's right)
Fuck the police they're gang control
We've gotta take it back
Everyone get up and let's go
Your politics spawn politikill
I'll take a bullet to prove that you kill
You front the facade of a righteous man
But the hole in your heart put a gun in your hand
Protecting the money and out serving the state
Crushing the people with the laws they created
Nothing forgotten and nobody saved
You can not break me, force me to behave
Fuck the police they're gang control
We've gotta tear it down
Everyone get up and let's go
around the globe it's outta hand
from the states to iran
across the ocean, back again
England, Zaire and Japan
Fuck the police they're gang control
We've gotta tear it down
Everyone get up and let's go
Individuals who hate man
With king's license to clean the land
Fill the army with one way laws
Around the world to suit their cause
and these cracka' spooks are haunting you too
With municipal shovels they're out digging our graves
Under threat of reprisal we abide to enslave
Policia, policia; why can't you see
Your bullets will never pacify me
I don't fight the world; the world fights me
Cause the gang in control is the fucking P.D.
(That's right)
Fuck the police they're gang control
We've gotta take it back
Everyone get up and let's go
Your politics spawn politikill
I'll take a bullet to prove that you kill
You front the facade of a righteous man
But the hole in your heart put a gun in your hand
Protecting the money and out serving the state
Crushing the people with the laws they created
Nothing forgotten and nobody saved
You can not break me, force me to behave
Fuck the police they're gang control
We've gotta tear it down
Everyone get up and let's go
around the globe it's outta hand
from the states to iran
across the ocean, back again
England, Zaire and Japan
Fuck the police they're gang control
We've gotta tear it down
Everyone get up and let's go
Individuals who hate man
With king's license to clean the land
Fill the army with one way laws
Around the world to suit their cause
Lyrics submitted by x_miss_red_head_x
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police arn't bad here as i just realized... but thats all i have seen cause i am never caught doing anything that i shouldn't be doing... but there has been the odd times where they have favoured the "clean cut" assholes... like thisone time my friend got fag bashed for being BI witch to me shouldn't be a fucking problem... but my some one wittnessed it and called the cops... and guess who they thought started the fucking fight... fuck it gets to the point where we cant walk the streets now that we know that the cops will have nothing to do with us cause were poor and cause we live off welfare and how we dress... its fucked... they are too fucking stupid to see the real reasons... "i have never met a good cop but i have been beaten by the "good"