Well I was walking home one night
I had a few drinks, I was feeling alright
Not looking for any trouble though I like to fight
The fascists pull up in their car
Dressed in blue do I live far?
Do I have I.D.? And where was the bar?

Their hands quivered on their guns
As they read my records cause I've had fun
They say they'd like to kill me
Why don't I run?
Fuck the cops!
They're the ones who are gonna DIE!
It's last call and I'm aware
My friends are coming to this little affair
So when I hear their death threats I say, "I don't care!"
They put the handcuffs on me tight
Cracked me with a big flashlight
And said that I'd be lucky to make it through the night
Through a phonebook on my chest
They beat their tonfas and did their best
These cocks would have no balls if it weren't for the crest!
They cracked my ribs to hear my cries
I lift my head and look in their eyes
And say, "Fuck you, cop!
You're the one that's gonna fucking DIE!"