Tattoo Cain’s mark onto my forehead,
So you can recognize me
even without the colors in my hair.
The thought-police is patrolling our streets
And these are the new orders,
straight from New York.

The cops are just another cog
in the machine which creates violence
and is oiled by money and blood.
And when war is a profitable business
It is in the interest of National security
to shut the mouths of everyone.
But when years of oppressive force
blow up in their faces,
And when all codes of honor
turn into a parked carbomb -
It is the only thing that'll comfort me,
As they again flex their muscles
in my face.

Lyrics submitted by snoopyhasadeathwish

Temporary Situation song meanings
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