Lyrics

Here come the cops
Down the street
In a straight line
So neat
They all look the same
They look so mean
In their riot gear
Like cop machines

They mean business
They’re here to stay
Comin’ on strong
With the pepper spray
Shields and helmets
Guns and mace
That goddam pepper spray
Right in my face

I mean business too
And I'm here to stay
So, don't tase me bro
I got something to say.
I have the right to assemble
I have the right to protest
I have the right to air my grievances
With no threat of arrest

And the cops they know it
But the cops they lie
To maintain a double standard, why?
The right is wrong
You know, the left is right
But the cops still riot
And start a fight

But when the Tea Party comes
Armed to the teeth
The cops are conspicuous
In the distance they keep
Maybe that's what they need
Maybe that's what they want
Less of a rally
More of a hunt

A propaganda war
With the fingers on the trigger
Doesn’t matter who’s right,
It’s just whose gun is the bigger
And belligerent pride in ignorance
Ain’t no pride at all
That’s just brainwashed sore losers
Who’ve answered the call

So if you gotta choose sides
Why choose tyranny?
Maybe it’s the drum circles
Keeping you from hearing me
We’re all for the people
We’re all for democracy
I said, maybe it’s the drum circles
Maybe you’re just not hearing me!

And if it comes to a fight, man
What’s it gonna be
Will you protect and serve the people
Or become the basaji?

Here come the cops
Down the street
In a straight line
So neat
They all look the same
They look so mean
In their riot gear
Like cop machines