Well, this is not a love song
Do your job, stop keeping the illusion
That law and order is your daily bread
Now it's the time to draw a conclusion
You're just a henchman protecting blue and white
Do your job you're not a TV show detective
It's not your case when we try to use our voice
You're asking why we lost all of our respect
Counter-question, what's the meaning of this word?
Justice's still blind, when it comes to your job
Decency cries, when it comes to your job
Empathy dies, when it comes to your job
Pale men bagging for their batches
Believing in their pale men righteousness
Purified, protected
P... p... please, man
I've lost my ticket
Let me go
You know me well, you've checked my cell phone
Fuck 110 call 1312
They're asking if we do listen
No need to ask if they were listening, too
Justice's still blind, when it comes to your job
Decency cries, when it comes to your job
Empathy dies, when it comes to your job
Your sanity will never die, it is carved in stone
Oh wait, it is gone
So could it be a lie?
Security is your new thing
This dusty pillar stone
Are we safe?
Not at all!
Why?
Cause your weary eyes can't stop staring at me
Puh, i'm tired of your rod deep in my bud hole
Fishing for my stinky DNA
Four tiny letters, they may hurt your feelings
They're justified when your batons are cleaning minds
You do your job, you know what the law says
But you got up on the wrong side of the bed
Why do you cover up your happy faces?
Is it shame or is it even fear?