Lyrics

Dirty jeans, long hair, loud guitars Faggots and coons that think they're stars All of this, my secret scars I want to make it stop, I want to be a cop They come into my station, they say fill it up Little do they know, they're filling me up With envy and hate, I know that I can't wait I'm gonna mop the floor, then I won't work here anymore Way out in the dark, I wanna be a nark I'll have to go to school, and study real hard The day that I'm finished, I'll fill the prison yard Marijuana is the spark, heroin is the flame If your kid gets hooked, I'll find out who's to blame There'll be no safety for rock and roll trash When I put the cuffs on, they'd better have cash At the clubs where they play, at the motels where they stay When they see my car they'll know who's the star I'll wear Robert Hall suits and custom shirts And when I put the cuffs on, I'll be sure it hurts Sid and Nancy think they're in a safe place They'll soon know that I'm still working on their case I'll have secret keys to the Chelsea Hotel And all the ODs I'll extradite from Hell I'll be at this gas station for just one more week So laugh til then, and call me geek Out here in the valley there's a lot of guys like me Tables gonna turn, hour of the gun Take off your platforms mister popstar and learn how to run