Minnesota Blues: A Riot

Minnesota nice was a myth We stock bombs, got arms along with the rest Shelter pawn killer cops who'll ponder arrest Sentences lesser when under duress That lunatic in blue, gets a crush and then he says "This ticket's for you, miss, for that 'fine'-ass dress Won't ask for your phone cuz I'll find your address I'll look it up, so hook me up, if only as a friend," look Troll soldier's toll, parkin' bold on the sidewalk Argument is old, it rolls with seein' eye dogs Armor cars clickin' jaws tonight near the skywalk Law shippin' bars like the lockup was a dry dock By god, this entire town's on fire Housekeepers freakin' out 'bout the wrong virus Loudspeakers drown out the eight minute silence Sound sleepers wakin', mouth around the dick of tyrants Rollin' down Lindau, got no shotgun People yellin' "f*ck the cops" The cue cards got the new guard sayin' Rollin' down Lindau, got no shotgun People yellin' "f*ck the cops" They're callin' that "a riot" Support Hong Kong? 'course ya do, In your back yard now, who's confused 'bout the bad guys? Kids with plastic or pigs givin' glass eyes? Handpickin' innocents, kick 'em into van sides Fantasize a little more, want some more Warcraft? "Real fuckin' war's been crafted for that poor ass" Backhanded tactics, candid theatrics Lettin' looters loot, usin' news as a tactic "So what?", that's it, suck that little titty What's happened in this city's bein' backed in a committee That'll grab at power, lynch these witty little literates Lab an ad, shift their meaning, feed on your indifference And filter it and nurture it, turn on one another Confederates are back, but they're mackin' undercover They're killing blacks, fact, and it matters that they're colored Or else it's just stats and another "massive number" Rollin' down Lindau, got no shotgun People yellin' "f*ck the cops" The cue cards got the new guard sayin' Rollin' down Lindau, got no shotgun People yellin' "f*ck the cops" They're callin' that "a riot"