Billy-club and a gun,
can of mace and a badge,
seem to have given you the right
to take away what rights I have.
Lack of respect,
no compromise,
abuse of power,
excessive force,
attacking the ones
you serve and protect,
the justice system in reverse.
A few kids in the desert
hanging out listening to bands.
Call the police, heaven forbid,
they use the energy
on Steve Wynn's land.
For us you needed a chopper?
For us you had to draw guns?
Meanwhile someone's
raped and murdered,
but at least you stopped our fun.
At least you stopped our fun.
knock down our stuff,
cussing at us,
waving your big shotgun around.
You tried to silence us
by knocking all of
our equipment down.
A protest escaped my lips,
I've always been
one to speak my mind.
Stand up for my constitutional
right and got a shotgun
pressed between my eyes.
Between my eyes,
between my eyes,
between my eyes.
You threatened my life,
insulted me,
showed me I have no place
in this society.
And you wonder
why I have a lack of respect
for authority?
