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We were playing shows in the hot sun
when we fought the law and the law won
when we fought the law and the law won
And now we need money cause we got none
Cause we fought the law and the law won
Cause we fought the law and the law won
We miss the music and it's just too bad
I guess our race is run
Miss the venue we used to have
Cause we fought the law but the law won
We fought the law but the law won
So they read our charges out one by one
when we fought the law but the law won
when we fought the law but the law won
Singing we shall overcome
when we fought the law and the law won
when we fought the law and the law won
They bullied us 'til we got so mad
And they thought we were done
We're gonna build something twice as rad
Cause we fought the law and the law won
Cause we fought the law and the law won
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Jim Cherewick - Cop Love
02:55
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Who says I didn't slide much?
You love to watch me slip up
A mountain for a school bus
Your honest face a wake up call
I wasn't told anything
I wasn't selling anything
I wasn't full of anything
Cops love is cold love
I wasn't told anything
I wasn't selling anything
I wasn't doing anything
Your love is cold law love
I can hear you reading
The bugs attacking evening
2-Liter full of preaching
That's my kind of leading in
I wasn't told anything
I wasn't selling anything
I wasn't selling anything
Cops love is cold love
I wasn't told anything
I wasn't being anything
I wasn't doing anything
Your love is cold law love
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You don't know me
or none of my friends.
"To serve and protect",
is the phrase their clan so often yelps.
And if I were wrong
why would I sing these songs?
"To serve and protect",
fills the space in their domain.
You say you'll end this war.
But we don't speak to you in guns or laws.
"To serve and protect",
even if I'm on the ground with all my toy guns.
And if this is trite,
send regards to my best of friends and my wife.
To serve and protect,
we gotta be friends.
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You're not gonna listen to me
They're not gonna listen to me
You're not gonna listen to me
They're not gonna listen to me
Rural, Mural
The lights start coming back at the march of dimes
You're not gonna listen to me
They're not gonna listen to me
Look, See
This is my broken heart
Do not open with knife
You're not gonna listen to me
They're not gonna listen to me
Not specific enough to verify
Oh no you don't
Oh no you don't
Oh no you don't
You're not gonna listen to me
They're not gonna listen to me
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feral the fields berate you
hold hands and skip through our malaise
the thought in your head mistakes you
and we fight all night about the name
that night we almost burned down that barn
your laugh got scary
your eyes went dark
it was too much
There is a girl who lives there
she is as small as she is tall
there is a preacher in there
the bigest villian of them all
Their eyes were dark
her laugh was scared
they needed that barn
for the load that it bears
it was too much
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Even if it's easy to be free
What's your definition of freedom?
And who the fuck are you, anyway?
Who the fuck are they?
Who the fuck am I to say?
What the fuck is really going on?
How did the cat get so fat?
How did the family die?
Do you care why?
There hasn't been a sign
Of anything gettin' better in the ghetto
People's fed up
People's fed up
You point your fuckin' finger
You racist, you bigot
But that's not the problem
Now is it?
It's all about the money
Political power is taken
Protecting the rich, denying the poor
They like to watch the war from the White House
And I wonder...
How they sleep at night?
How they sleep at night?
How did the cat get so fat?
How did the cat get so fat?
How did the cat get so fat?
How did the cat get so fat?
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I'm not a criminal, but I've killed people in my dreams
& I've never had to steal, but I've been known to dine with thieves
& to tell the truth, they're just like me
I'm not a hypocrite, still I'm not proud of all I've done
& i hate to think of it, but often I'll refuse to run
when Satan's chasing after me
and when he's knocking at my door, there's times i let him in
cause sometimes when you're all alone it's nice to have a friend to see
I'm not a prisoner of anything but my own mind
& I've never been to jail, but you could say that I've done time
though time's been pretty good to me
& i don't know what i said more that 15 minutes ago
but it won't make a difference some 15 years on down the road
i doubt that you'll remember me
but that's okay cause i don't think that I'll remember you
but i hope that you'd say hello if your memory pulls through for me
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The prisons make this country great;
apple pie and police state.
The security that the children know
is not worth it if this is where they'll go.
Maximum security facilites,
was once a threat, puts my mind at ease.
A jail for every town and every state...
"Oh god, ain't this country great?"
Broken promises from government whores,
while the state complains of revolving doors.
No soulution for society's disease;
but more problems as they throw away the keys.
A thousand convicts sit still waiting for death,
as I sigh for relief, I exhale my breath.
Jail for every town and every state...
"Oh god, ain't this country great!?"
Ain't it great.
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The green darkness at night
Trees still in shape
Roads balancing rivers down their back
and it’s raining like someone above misses someone very much
someone very much
Clouds loom like the hate in the belly of the city below
in the city below
Filth and every kind of drug
long wet hair
Every strong leaf like the backbone of a father
like the womb of a mother
Clouds loom like the hate in the belly of the city below
in the city below
Can’t make out everything in the evening wetness
Dark sirens ev-er-y-where
all I hear / all i see
Police so mean / so dark / pine green
you can smell it in the air
Police siren in the air
all i hear / all i see
so dark / so mean / i can smell it in the air / in the air
Can’t pick out the different waves of sensation
policia talk in the air at the station
the grey darkness at night
men in blues, all i hear, all i see
like every strong chief
like the backbone of a liar
like the tomb of a brother
in city below
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when they came and they took you something broke in the corner (liar)
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Is this where I'm supposed to make a valid appeal to authority?
Every sold, solid soul puts them on hold,
Those screaming, "FTP"
Same as: "Oh, God save me. Please save me!"
Leaves you somewhere in between. (laughs)
But how could they possibly perceive a host of bands
That embody a communal and spiritual kinship
Through their music, which reflects their passion,
To be a threadt?
For some reasons the name of the venue itself,
Last Resort,
Is indicative of our judicial bureaucracies'
Ironic predispositions towards individual liberties and the truth,
The truth in its relevance to sincere justice,
And the equality of man.
I can tell you what that cop was though.
Nathan Vantifflin was a cog in the combine of prejudice,
A stain of immorality on the face of justice,
Which is to protect us.
He was a bitter person whose indulgent fear
Was ignited by the tempting glow of authority.
But I want you to remember
That for each thing of a specific type
There is another in perfect contradiction
As there is another in perfect harmonization.
And they all want to speak through you
About the grave injustices of man.
"You (there) are (no) all positive effects or side effects to oppression."
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