Put Every Cop in a Bag

The only good cop would put his brains against the wall
And the only good president's dead on the white house lawn
And the only way we're getting out of here alive
Is to smash those fucking fascists like its 1945

We got a big fucking problem but we know who they are
They got a big fucking army but its nothing next to ours
I've got a bottle of vodka and a dirty old rag
We're gonna burn this place down, won't stop till every cops in a bag

The only good cop would put his brains against the wall
And the only good president's dead on the white house lawn
And the only way we're getting out of here alive
Is to smash those fucking fascists like its 1945

We got a big fucking problem but we know who they are
They got a big fucking army but its nothing next to ours
I've got a bottle of vodka and a dirty old rag
We're gonna burn this place down, won't stop till every cops in a bag



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Writer(s): John Welch
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