We'll sing and dance in paradise
There are no cops in paradise
We'll sing and dance in paradise
There are no cops in paradise
The man in black
With a badge on his hat
When push comes to shove
There's a gun in his hand
It's hard to see a life form
In a crumbling heart of stone
No justice in that badge
The fault will never be his own
A freeman danced
He made his way down town
Armed with a picket sign
They beat him to the ground
He begged them all to stop
His words were choked away
Protect and Serve
The laws they choose when to obey
I want to hear you scream at the top of your lungs
These pigs are cops, not food
Can't you tell
Can't you tell by the gun
We'll sing and dance in paradise
There are no cops in paradise
We'll sing and dance in paradise
There are no cops in paradise
See them on the silent corners
And they're outside of your home
Waiting for a chance to cross the line
This never ending show
Pigs, they beat you in the shadows
Not for some fear of the light
But because it gives them power
Hiding from the prying eyes
A freeman danced
He made his way down town
Armed with a picket sign
They beat him to the ground
He begged them all to stop
His words were choked away
Protect and Serve
The laws they choose when to obey