Paroles Love Song for the Cops de David Rovics

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Wake up in the morning, Give the kids a smackMake sure to blame your wife For every social grace you lackBy the time you get to work Your face is sign-post redYou're stressed from the moment You get out of bedBut you're a real man, Built up by brickYou've got issues with your emotions But you can solve them with a stickYou resent all thoseAbove or below your social classAnd you can tell them how you feel so wellBy kicking their assOh the cops, the cops, those wonderful sopsAren't they just a barrel of funThe cops, the cops, cream of the cropsShowing us just how democracy is runThere you go,Waddling down the streetLooking to fill that empty spaceWith something greasy to eatMaybe a donutOr a meatball subOr some random hippieThat you beat with your clubYou thought you'd have respectAs a man in blueBut isn't it sad to findThat nobody likes youYou've got a shiny badgeWith nothing to showBut you can solve all your problems,Blow by blowOh the cops, the cops, those wonderful sopsAren't they just a barrel of funThe cops, the cops, cream of the cropsShowing us just how democracy is runAnd when the day is overAnd you've beat your last punkTime to go back to the suburbsTo the bar and get drunkHang out in the backAnd count the day's fineAnd stick it up your nose,Line by lineIn your tender momentsYou wonder if there mustn't be moreThan serving the richAnd beating the poorBut then you come to your sensesAnd you spit with a curse"If I can't have it betterI'll make sure they have it worse"Oh the cops, the cops, those wonderful sopsAren't they just a barrel of funThe cops, the cops, cream of the cropsShowing us just how democracy is run

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