Die! Die! Die! Die!
Your prospect of living gone,
You ran the light at dawn,
Protectors on your back,
Lights are on their track,
You must now face authority,
You're nothing like me,
You must now face authority,
You're nothing like me,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
 [bad word] you pig

Get them reported,
Let them just [bad [bad word] 
The man that I broke
He still fits in his sleep
Evil is written paper on
Looks like he made what you are
Evil is written paper on
Let them [bad word] with your rights
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
 [bad word] you pig
Seven A.M. morning came to take us away
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads
Seven A.M. morning came to take us away
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads