those poor bastards - easter sunday lyrics
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i am the cop
come out, hands up
they’re busting down the walls
they’re tearing up the floor
i got two hostages
who do not want to live
it’s tough to run
with these chains around my feet
and these three broken toes
it’s hard to breathe
with a harsh burning throat
and a boot+flatened nose
at an easter sunday
i am the cop
come out, hands up
the helicopters hirrin
i see the tear gas fall
i got no bullets left
i never owned a gun
back in the woods
in this trail, my (?)
i shall meet my demise
i won’t go back
to that black prison cell
where my bodied has life
at an easter sunday
at an easter sunday
at an easter sunday
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