Tonight's the night that we got the truck We're goin' downtown gonna beat up drunks Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer It's the late late shift to one to fear And ride, ride how we ride We ride, lowride
It's roundup time where the good whores meet Gonna drag one screaming off the street And ride, ride how we ride Got a black uniform and a silver badge Playin' cops for real, playin' cops for pay Let's ride, lowride
Pull down your dress here's a kick in the ass Let's beat you blue 'til you shit in your pants Don't move, child gotta big black stick There's six of us, babe so suck on my dick And ride, ride how we ride Let's ride, lowride
The left newspapers migth whine a bit But the guys at the station they don't give a shit Dispatch calls 'Are you doin' something wicked?' 'No siree, Jack, we're just givin' tickets' As we ride, ride how we ride Let's ride, lowride
Compositores: Eric R. Boucher (Biafra Jello), Raymond John Pepperell (East Bay Ray), Geoffrey V Lyall (Flouride Klaus), Darren Eric Henley (Peligro D H) ECAD: Obra #11565852