Listen to me it's a 100 degrees
And still you've got your leather jacket on
To be in vogue who cares if the heat is on
I know it sure looks nice
Take over from inside
But you're on the outside
Join the rank you are fighting you will see
You think your cause is valid
Like sugar and some spikes
45 minutes just a puttin up your hawk
Oh boy does it look good and boy do you look smart
But what's the fucking point
You can sing about change
Cops have control oink, oink, oink