Patrols on the boundaries
in prison cells and factories
on your phone and old TV
in between the lines we read
no suits no conspiracy, just a lack of agency
who's the perp, run the APB
just look in the mirror and look for me

The haves and the have-nots
the bottom and the top
black market and mall shops
YOU ARE ALL THE COPS
99 and 1 percenters
dissenters and defenders
slum lords and renters
a comedy of pretenders

WE ARE ALL THE COPS

Greed, glory an fear
the eyes, the ears
no panopticon, just dads and moms
keep calm and carry on
vignettes of silhouettes
popping up as the sun sets
settlers heading ever west
looking for souls to digest


Lyrics submitted by XxXilenaXxX

Pop That Pretty Thirty song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain