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Cops Again
Based upon Phil Ochs Cops of the World
This version copy right Bob Witanek and R C-W 2007
Get out of the way, boys
Get out of the way
Do what we say, boys
Do what we say
Our fleets in your gulf
Launching Missiles at your cities
Our aerial bombardment Will spare you no pity At Abu Ghraib chambers
We’ll torture your kiddies
We’re the cops of the World Boys
We’re the cops of the World!
We’re smashing your doors boys
We’re smashing your doors
At 3 am or 4 boys
At 3 am or 4
We’ll tie a rag on your face
And we’ll cart you away
Where we are taking you
We’ll never say
You’re lucky if you ever
See the light of day
We’re the cops of the World Boys
We’re the cops of the World!
You better stop boys
When we tell you to stop
Or you will get shot boys
Or you will get shot
Our roadblocks are everywhere
Like our snipers and tanks
Morgues overflowing
You could join their ranks
We’re bringing democracy
And you better say thanks!
Coz We’re the cops of the World Boys
We’re the cops of the World!
Infant mortality boys
Ain’t no morality
Death’s totality boys
Who’s keeping the tally?
Scientific study
A million dead they fear
Dead little children
100000 a year
Maybe we’ll leave in a few dozen years
Coz We’re the cops of the World Boys
We’re the cops of the World!
The electric goes off boys
The water turned off
We are the boss boys
You know we’re the boss
Barbed wire surrounds the towns that resist
Face scans and prints we have to insist
And if you try to evade you might just get dissed
Coz We’re the cops of the World Boys
We’re the cops of the World!
You better be loyal boys
You better be loyal
Sign over the oil boys
Sign over the oil
Their Euro is rising and our dollar is falling
Our troops are marching and our economy’s crawling
Our imperialist war is rather appalling
Coz We’re the cops of the World Boys
We’re the cops of the World!
We butchered your son, boys
We butchered your son
Lick our gun, boys
Just taste our gun
We’ll take what we want and that’s how it will be
It’s not occupation, it’s democracy
Under imperial boots you can never be free
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
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