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