Boots, gloves and badges Patrol the streets While I think about you And what you do and what you chose not to With your back against the wall Feet on the ground, head in the sky You're beautiful I wonder how and why it got so late in history And will we ever learn? In this country where the ovens never ceased to burn So much was lost in the fire And then COPS Tell me something about identity COPS It's in your blood, it's in your head COPS Your service is to the capital COPS CUM EX, FRONTEX, tear gas, Mercedes Benz cars Fully erect Trump Towers and golden showers I'd piss on you too Welcome to the greatest show on earth Where war tastes like dry Martini I won't sing, you won't sing, the birds won't sing For nothing Steal a little and they'll throw you in jail Steal a lot and they'll make you king And then COPS Tell me something about identity COPS This crooked grin under your riot gear COPS My modern Don Quixote COPS White skin black leather let's go