P.I.G.

Die
Die
Die
Die

Your prospect of living gone
You ran the light at dawn
Protectors on your back
Lights are on their track

You must now face authority
You're nothing like me
You must now face authority
You're nothing like me

Put your hands up, get out of the car
Put your hands up, get out of the car
Put your hands up, get out of the car
Fuck you, pig

Put your hands up, get out of the car
Put your hands up, get out of the car
Put your hands up, get out of the car
Fuck you pig

Get them reported
Let them just fucking run
The man that I broke
He still fits in his sleep

Evil is written paper on
Looks like he made what you are
Evil is written paper on
Let them fuck with your rights

Put your hands up, get out of the car!
Put your hands up, get out of the car!
Put your hands up, get out of the car!
Fuck you pig!

Seven A.M. morning came to take us away
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads
Seven A.M. morning came to take us away
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads

Ahh