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X Cops You Have The Right To Remain Silent

: Welcome to New Jersey It's late at night and you're far from home Your radio's on and you're driving alone Until a sign looms from to gloom The words

'm on the lam Joined up with the X-Cops, kickin' ass and porkin' chops The party's over I wear a uniform The party's over I wanna keep you warm These

: [Written by Blackmore, Gillan, Glover, Lord, Paice] [Words butchered by Casey Orr] Nobody's gonna take my car, it's gonna race you to the ground,

: Some may call me pig, but you may call me

you by the balls You fucked up you fucked with the Cops You fucked up you fucked with the Cops You fucked up you fucked with the Cops You fucked up, You

: I got armor piercing bullets in my Taurus '92 It's fully locked and loaded and it's waiting just for you A nickel plated magnum with the custom fitted

Out on the streets, I'm looking for some crack I got a pipe in my mouth and a body in the back So I call the paddy wagon and ram it up her shitter Paddy

But if you fuck around Then you'll be goin down We'll beat you to your knees You are the enemy Because we wear a shield We have the right to kill And

I'm on the lam Joined up with the X-Cops, kickin' ass and porkin' chops The party's over I wear a uniform The party's over I wanna keep you warm These