A necklace of rubber, burning bright
A burning rubber necklace for my angel`s delight
A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks
For the rich man`s militia photographing my block
Kill a cop. why the hell not?
Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn!
I got a word for you: dead
Got a trampoline--your fuckin` head
You roll down my street in your gleaming new car
I`ve got no secrets, cash or time left to give you
But i`ve got something else for you, my friend
A crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the pavement
Angel`s delight was a recurring statement
Burn a bailiff--spill, don`t save it
Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn!
Run, run, run, run!
You can have what you ask, but not in cash
[with a?] credit card, a payment slashed
You can put it where your mouth used to be
You can put it where your dick used to be
You can [...?] looking at me, looking at you
[...?] blacklist, [...?] blacklist
What do you do when words collapse
And all that`s left is broken glass?
I know, i know i`m trapped
I`ve got a holiday in a big oak box
With my friend, the famous pc plod, plod, plod*
Kill a cop, kill a cop,
You lay a hand on me, i`m gonna kill you, cop.
Hey! let`s all kill some cops.
Some bailiffs.
Assholes.