Testo di Mental Torture

You wanna be cool, you wanna be tough You wanna be respected, be a man So you shaved off your face, cut off your hair Then they gave you a gun and a badge Now you're the law, you do what you want And 'We the people' do what you say 'Cause you are the man with the gun in your hand God help us if we get in your way Hey, give me a break What the hell do you think is going on? They always think I'm stoned, never leave me alone I think it's 'cause my hair is long Hey, get off my case I'm speaking on behalf of my defence They're always acting brave behind those tinted shades I'm guilty 'till I'm proven innocent Now the world needs law and order as common sense dictates But big shot rookies busting heads is what I really hate The law is their authority, their actions justified To 'serve and protect', I think what they meant They'll do what seems right at the time They think I'm trouble 'cause I look like I do I see suspicion rise It's getting harder just to walk down the street Without their Big Brother eyes It's in the paper. now it's on my TV I've seen the violence and hate They call it justice but they've pushed it too far Stop it before it's too late Torture yourself with the facts You do what you've chosen to do No one is giving you sympathy Changes are long overdue I've got no problems with the cops 'round the world Who put their lives on the line Rounding up rapists and diddlers and sorts Taking a bite out of crime But what's this shit with the heavies some pull? I'm seeing Billy The Club It's over race, religion, colours and creeds I've seen gunned down in cold blood Wise up if you are a supercop, hero I'm talking about No one has jurisdiction to play God and snuff a life out