Who’d Be a Cop?

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You had such a terrible time at home Not as bright as your brother and sister Though intimidating all your friends Still think that uniforms are cool What a job! You can make your own rules Take your frustrations out on them Hanging out at your nearest protest Punching kids and making arrests In the name of whoever pays the most Couldn't get in the armed forces Animals on the backs of horses Good sense and justice you oppose Get a real job! Who would be a fucking cop? Did you not get enough love? Did your parents beat you up? Do you worry bout the size of your penis? Did the army kick you out? What the hell was that about? They didn't let you use your firearm in public? You dont protect me No security, for my family and my friends Your brain is just out of reach You can shoot drunks on the beach The corporations you defend Get a real job! Who would be a fucking cop? I don't know how you get to sleep When junkies terrorise your beat Feel like a hero when you punch alcoholics And there's that secret no one knows, hidden from everyone Those unnatural affections for German Shepherds "To handle the violent and stressful situations they're faced with, the special ops team trains daily. ? cops who are trained with an assault rifle ?" DIE! Get a real job! Who would be a cop? Did you not get enough love? Did your parents beat you up? Do you worry bout the size of your penis? Were you a cockhead from the start? You didn't need very good marks, and now you're supplementing your income with money from drugs Don't wear your name badge on your chest In case of civil unrest Wouldn't want anyone to think that your like violence the best Who would be a fucking cop? Who would be a fucking cop? Who would be a fucking cop?
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Credits
- Writers
- Jason Whalley
- Lindsay McDowens
- Tom Crease
- Gordy Forman