The Police

Words that scare the police I know what they are It’s risky just to think of them Before they come crashing through the door Bellowing like they did on the trains Panic in their eyes The dark shadow of fear upon them. Others may say them The true owners Who understand execution The hanging The terror The blood on the floor. It’s because they know how to use them Ancient words of terror Passed on down father to son When they turn up in the village Killing the men Taking the girls. The police understand this Something in the dna That’s why they look the other way Arrest the women Lock up the men Go for the kid on the street. It’s a covert language Secret societies no Jews no Catholics Brother to brother A matter of territory maybe Like the gangs of east el a. What you have to do is not see Turn away Say you were asleep I was asleep I didn’t hear a thing.