God8zcops

Flashing lights on the trunk,

I am running out of gas.

I hate blue, I hate red,

I hate to have them on my back.

Can't stand them, can't help it,

I want them to forget me.

From the deepest part of my soul came a praise,

"Car, please don't stop."

Volume 10, radio is on.

Why this show still must go on?

"Get off the car, hands on your head."

I hate to have him on my neck.

Can't stand him, can't help it,

I want him to forget me.

From the deepest part of my soul,

I said "Fuck the cops! Fu-fuck the cops!"

I'm in trouble, yes I know.

I can say what I want.

I love this side of myself,

And this guy should go to hell.

Can't stand him, can't help it,

I want him to forgive me.

From the deepest part of my soul,

I said "Please officer, let me go!"

I'm still standing by the roadside

When a car crashes on him.

A God exists! This God is big,

This God hates all these pigs

Can't stand them, can't help it,

I know he can't protect them.

From the deepest part of my soul came a praise,

"God, fuck the cops!"