I see Texas Rangers with silver shades
I see SWATs in riot gear on parade
I guess every renegade gets heat after a while
Motorcyle CHiPs in helmet and jackboot
Plainclothes detectives too quick to shoot
Guess the point is moot; I’ll take my beating with a smile
Alabama, Kent State, Guards of a Nation
They all work for the same corporation
I know my station, I don’t fraternize with the tools
I know heat from here to the border
Never been much damn good at taking orders
Just a recorder, I didn’t make the rules
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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