Fuck Every Cop (Who Ever Did His Job)

And if we decide that freedom is impossible
 Then we'll prove ourselves right
 But if that is the truth
 Well then I think that there's worse things in this world
 Than being wrong
 And I suppose you gotta be
 A little crazy to believe
 That we shall be free
 But I'm insane
 And I'm not alone
 No, I'm not alone
 No, no, no, no, no
 I'm not alone
 Unless it's just the punk rock show talking to me
 Sing along the words that you can't hear
 Over the sound of your friends
 Over the sound of the kegs
 Over the sound of the beer
 The painted doors they treat this house like anarchy could work
 But you aren't ready yet
 And you aren't alone
 No, you aren't alone
 No, no, no, no, no
 You aren't alone
 And I'm not sure that we are what we eat
 But I'm pretty sure we smell like what we do
 So, I might smell like trash when I've been taking it out
 What's your excuse?
 What's your excuse?
 I fell in love again that time that you said
 Fuck every cop who ever did his job
 And fuck every bank that never got robbed
 And fuck all the other banks, especially mine
 I know that you've been dealing with that awful feeling
 That we're running out of time
 And so have I
 But we aren't alone
 No, we aren't alone
 No, no, no, no, no
 We aren't alone