Lyrics: John Boecklin/Doc Coyle
Music: Tommy Vext/John Boecklin/Doc Coyle
“911, what’s your emergency?”
Pull the trigger on this nigg-er, let’s go
I’m screaming hands up, don’t shoot
Another finger on the trigger you're afraid of the truth
Do you look at me and tell me
So you see another ****** that was ever under cover
I don't **** with you
Fists up, drop the cuffs
It's a price you'll never pay
A gun and badge was a thing of the past
To protect and serve not slay
Another case and acquittal
Another wife turned a widow
Whoa, Whoa(Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot)
Another heart breaks a little
A child left in the middle
Whoa, Whoa (Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot) Another officer down
I see them lights flash, hit the gas
No one wants to hear the truth
Do you look at me and tell me do you see a ************
That's ever been scared of you?
Slam brakes catch a case
Another chase caught by patrol
The devils dance does not advance more quality control
Another case and acquittal
Another wife turned a widow
Whoa, Whoa(Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot)
Another heart breaks a little
A child left in the middle
Whoa, Whoa(Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot) Another officer down
**** your life get up
Pull that ******* trigger, let’s go
Another case and acquittal
Another wife turned a widow
Whoa, Whoa(Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot)
Another heart breaks a little
A child left in the middle
Whoa, Whoa(Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot) Another officer down
ANOTHER OFFICER!!!