God dang you, God dang you, son of a f*cking bitch!
Say, love You know I'm going down The fire is at my feet My head just spins around Say, man You know it's getting hard Twenty little cops are coming And I fear they'll never stop
Multiplying... Dividing into more Multiplying... Dividing into more
Hey, now You know I've seen it before Psychoriflehypnotized Power is the lord Right there Well, behind paper doors They wait, psychoriflehypnotized My God, there's more
Up against the wall, you motherfucker Who's your mother now? You've got your rights And nothing at all
Say, love What's going down? I see you cut your hair But what's with that gun? Say, babe I love it when you joke around But what's with that badge? Watch where you're pointing that gun
Up against the wall You, mother and father You chase around the head (?) Well, you think this is America
