Artist: dead kennedys
Song: police truck
Album: Fresh Fruit For Rotten Vegetables
Tonight's the night that we got the truck
We're goin' downtown, gonna beat up drunks
Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer
It's the late, late shift no one to fear
Ride, ride how we ride
Ride, low ride
It's roundup time when the good whores meet
Gonna drag one screaming off the street
And ride, ride how we ride
Black uniform and a silver badge
Cops for real, playin' cops for pay
Let's ride, low ride
Pull down your dress here's the kick in the ass
Beat you blue 'til you shit in your pants
[incomprehensible] got a black stick
There's six of us, babe, so suck on my dick
And ride, ride how we ride
Let's ride, low ride
The left newspapers might whine a bit
But the guys at the station they don't give a shit
Dispatch calls, "Are you doin' something wicked?"
"No siree, Jack, we're just givin' tickets"
As we ride, ride, how we ride
Ride, ride, how we ride
Ride, ride, how we ride
Let's ride, low ride
