Bad Apple

They say not all cops are individually bad people
If it rolls around in mud, is pink and squeals
Then it probably likes making certain people kneel
And covering up the antics of its best mate Bill

Good cop, bad cop
Should be in jail yourself cop
Drunk on hate, drunk with power
Hit your bitch for a can of Stella

Blood on your hands
Do we know where we stand?
So many bad apples
Time to replace the rotten barrel

Good cop, bad cop
Keep your nightstick in your pants cop
Protect the rich and powerful
The small and mighty handful

Blood on your hands
Do we know where we stand?
So many bad apples
Time to replace the rotten barrel

Everything's in order
If you know your place that is
Everything's dandy, everythings fine
As long as the pigs keep you in line

Being stalked by your ex?
Why don't you come back to us when you're dead?
They'll pinch your bum, then pinch your neighbour's bud
All funded by their southern cokehead chums

(so many bad apples
time to replace the rotten barrel)



Credits
Writer(s): Jess Payne
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