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MORE LYRICS REGARDING EVIL COPS
FOLK MUSIC
Malvina Reynolds
David Rovics
Woody Guthrie
Goebel Reeves
Bob Dylan
TECHNO?
Pigeonhead
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Boraxo
by Malvina Reynolds
Boraxo, Boraxo
The greatest stuff of all,
Boraxo in the bathroom, detergents in the hall,
Your dainty feet don't touch the street
Like people poor and mean,
And your conscience is washed clean
With Boraxo.
Chorus:
It's all right, it's all right,
If you're righteous it's all right,
Tho you've had your hands in blood up to the elbow,
You can always wash them clean with Boraxo.
The cop shot the Rector on the roof,
The cop is clear of blame,
His uniform was spotless,
His rifle was the same.
The coppers carry dark wood clubs
So blood can not be seen
And they always wash them clean
With Boraxo
Chorus
The student is protesting,
The copper clubs his hair,
His head is private property
But no one seems to care,
The happiness he's fighting for
Is earth and life and green,
And it can't be scoured clean
With Boraxo
Chorus
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Love Song for the Cops
by David Rovics
http://members.aol.com/drovics/copsl.htm
Wake up in the morning, give the kids a smack
Make sure to blame your wife for every social grace you lack
By the time you get to work your face is sign-post red
You're stressed out from the moment you get out of bed
But you're a real man, built up brick by brick
You've got issues with your emotions but you can solve them with a stick
You resent all those above or below your social class
And you can tell them how you feel so well by kicking their ass
(Chorus)
Oh the cops, the cops, those wonderful sops
Aren't they just a barrel of fun
The cops, the cops, cream of the crops
Showing us just how democracy is run
There you go, waddling down the street
Looking to fill that empty space with something greasy to eat
Maybe a donut or a meatball sub
Or some random hippie that you beat with your club
You thought you'd have respect as a man in blue
But isn't it sad to find that nobody likes you
You've got a shiny badge with nothing to show
But you can solve all your problems, blow by blow
(Chorus)
And when the day is over and you've beat your last punk
Time to go back to the suburbs to the bar and get drunk
Hang out in the back and count the day's fine
And stick it up your nose, line by line
In your tender moments you wonder if there mustn't be more
Than serving the rich and beating on the poor
But then you come to your senses and you spit with a curse
"If I can't have it better I'll make sure they'll have it worse"
(Chorus)
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Minnesota Gestapo
words by David Rovics, music by David Rovics and Rich Caloggero
The gestapo's on the march in Minnesota
To make the world safe for Monsanto
Goose-stepping down the streets of Minneapolis
Spreading fear and terror as they go
Breaking into homes on false pretenses
Tearing up whatever's in their way
Making threats, swinging clubs and spraying tear gas
Repeating what their corporate masters say
And the gestapo's on the march in Portland
To make the city safe for Nike Town
If you're not wearing the right clothing
The gestapo will pick you out and take you down
With barricades around the city center
Eyes peeled through the cold and damp
They say they're watching for those anarchists from Eugene
So they turn the city to an armored camp
The gestapo's on the march in New York City
And Wall Street's packed with hordes of men in blue
Three thousand miles from Seattle
But that's just where the gestapo takes its cue
From DC to Philly to Los Angeles
The gestapo is following their line
It's a military tactic known as blitzkrieg
Well-known from the Hudson to the Rhine
Some battles will be won and some we'll lose
But all around the globe it's the same fight
From the farmers of Kerala to the landless in Brazil
To the elves pulling crops up in the night
Yes if we will stay and stand together
As our numbers grow in every little town
The machine needs the people to keep running
And it's we the people who can shut it down
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Merry Christmas, Mr. Meyers
by David Rovics
It was a sunny Christmas Eve
On 93rd Street
People shopping on the Ave
Good friends and family to greet
Roger Meyers was forty-four years old
Sitting in an easy chair
His two young grandchildren
And his sister were upstairs
Outside he heard a knocking
And someone ringing on the bell
Just what would happen next
How could any sane man tell
(Chorus)
One more murder in Chicago
In Chicago's dirty war
Merry Christmas, Mr. Meyers
Watch out -- those are policemen at your door
Someone's trigger hand was restless
Itching to attack
Hey, that guy matches our description
He's a man and he's black
Before the door was fully open
Two gunshots rang out
Through the wood into the person
And the children cried and shouted
(Chorus)
They said they were looking for a burglar
He stole someone's diamond ring
But lying in a pool of blood
Roger didn't know a thing
After half an hour
An ambulance arrived
Looked at poor Roger Meyers
Said it looks like this guy died
(Chorus)
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Pretty Boy Floyd
by Woody Guthrie
If you'll gather 'round me people
A story I will tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in his wagon
It was into town they rode
There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
And his wife she overheard
Pretty Boy grabbed a logchain
And the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
There's many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How an outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home
Some will tell you of a stranger
Who came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand-dollar bill
It was in Oklahoma City
It was on a Christmas Day
There came a whole carload of groceries
With a letter that did say
"You tell me I'm an outlaw
"You tell me I'm a thief
"Well, here's a Christmas dinner
"For the families on relief"
As through this world I've traveled
I've seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
Some with a fountain pen
But as through this world you ramble
And as through this world you roam
You'll never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home
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Hobo's Lullaby
by Goebel Reeves
(chorus)
Go to sleep, you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Can't you hear the steel rails humming
That's the hobo's lullaby
Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all that wind and snow
(chorus)
I know your clothes are torn and tattered
And your hair is turning gray
Rest your head in weary slumber
You'll find peace and rest someday
(chorus)
I know the police give you trouble
They make trouble everywhere
But when you die you'll go to heaven
There ain't no policemen there
(chorus)
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Ain't No Man Rightous (No Not One)
by Bob Dylan
When a man he serves the Lord, it makes his life worthwhile.
It don't matter 'bout his position, it don't matter 'bout his lifestyle.
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
And there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.
He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
Some like to worship on the moon, others are worshipping the sun
And there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Look around, ya see so many social hypocrites
Like to make rules for others while they do just the opposite.
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.
Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
In a city of darkness there's no need of the sun
And there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame
I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
Pull your hat down, baby, pull the wool down over your eyes,
Keep a-talking, baby, 'til you run right out of alibis.
Someday you'll account for all the deeds that you done.
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
God got the power, man has got his vanity,
Man gotta choose before God can set him free.
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
When I'm gone don't wonder where I be.
Just say that I trusted in God and that Christ was in me.
Say He defeated the devil, He was God's chosen Son
And that there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
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Battleflag
by Pigeonhead
("Low Fidelity All-Stars" remix is best)
Excerpt of lyrics, in pertinent part
Hey Mr. Policeman
Is it time for getting away?
Is it time for driving down the mother fuckin' road
And running from your ass today?
Now tell me if- Do you agree
Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed
I got a few more minutes and
I'm gonna cut to what you need
So one of six so tell me
One do you want to live?
And number seven tell me
Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give…?
Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees?
Got a revolution behind my eyes…
WE GOT TO GET UP AND ORGANIZE (x 4)
A new production of a new breed…
STAND UP AND ORGANIZE (x 16)
SUGGESTIONS
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