Here Come The Police

phone buzzing, no cap hey cuz, don’t forget your mask we’re going to a demonstration a good chance they’ll beat my as we’re hitting the street soundtrack playing world, starting to tweet, pepper-spraying hounds, biting at feet hope we can run peacefully 
we hide they seek us - here come the police and they will take us - here come the police inside their big bus - here come the police chained up we’re sweet thugs it’s a felony - a crime of the century i’m dizzy, that’s right psychedelics in my mind when a head hits the ground it sees colors all around soon interrogating intimidation then, a clandestine investigation now, the verdict is in cameras were there watching me now i’m woke in my bed ain’t no joke thought i was dead must be some kind of felony it’s the crime of the century