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Dead Kennedys - “Police Truck”

Tonight’s the night that we got the truck

We’re goin’ downtown gonna beat up drunks

Your turn to drive I’ll bring the beer

It’s the late, late shift no one to fear 

And ride, ride how we ride

We ride, lowride 

It’s roundup time where the good whores meet

Gonna drag one screaming off the street 

And ride, ride how we ride 

Got a black uniform and a silver badge

Playin’ cops for real/playin’ cops for pay 

Let’s ride, lowride 

Pull down your dress here’s a kick in the ass

Let’s beat you blue ‘til you shit in your pants

Don’t move, child got a big black stick

There’s six of us babe, so suck on my dick 

And ride, ride how we ride

Let’s ride, lowride 

The left newspapers might whine a bit

But the guys at the station they don’t give a shit

Dispatch calls “Are you doin’ something wicked?”

“No siree, Jack, we’re just givin’ tickets” 

As we ride, ride, how we ride

Let’s ride, lowride