Respect the badge son
or taste the stick
you can either suck down mace or suck my dick
so lick those boots clean and back the blue
and just remember boy, we'll fucking kill you
decry our acts as evil, assauge your self of doubt
there's no such thing as good cops
we fuckin ran em out
our native tongue is violence
our hatred guides our way
live rounds are our religion
with hollow points we pray
Oh you can protest
march if you like
we'll end your life if you're not straight or white
this is a system
built just for us
behind those stars and stripes are swastikas
When you look in our closets
no skeletons to hide
just robes and pointy white hoods
and shirts with thin blue lines
all dressed and hung so careful
by my sweet dotting wife
she does this cause she loves me
and fears for her own life.
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021