Well, everyone knows you're an asshole And your new occupation let's everyone know for sure Directing traffic in the Big Apple And toting a gun, wearing a badge that you swore you'd never wear Like faded ink on the backside of your arm "Kill Your Idols" and wear them down and out You're wearing them down and out because you've sold out We all knew you were an asshole But you've really brought yourself to a new kind of all time low Where the bullied becomes the bully And bullies what it's built on, in blue A uniform that you swore you'd never wear Like faded ink on the backside of your arm "Kill Your Idols and wear them down and out You're wearing them down and out Well you should get used to doughnuts And drinking too much coffee While I watch your punk rock past Disappear as fast as you'll be reading it's Miranda rights You're reading it's Miranda rights You're reading it's Miranda rights So arrest me if I'm convinced That more often than not The worst kinds of people become cops