Text: White Flag. Third Strike. Millions Of Gay Cops.

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Kids on the street, running from heat
Drinking, thrashing, think it?s neat
A dancing smashing wrecking crew
Is that what punk rock means to you?

Men in black and men in blue
Desperate for something to do
Are they just bored or is it work?
You can be a cop without being a jerk

Here come lil? friskies - All marching in a line
But who?s to say we?re not to blame?
Youth, the eternal crime

Fifteen and you?re shooting speed
Hope you like the life you lead
So sure you?re doing nothing wrong
Too high to understand this song

Throwing rocks at passing cars
No wonder why the shows all stop
Drunk in public, got no class
You can be a punk without being an ass

Here come lil? friskies - All in their riot gear
They call us freaks, they call us fags
But one in ten?s a queer

Better watch out, don?t get busted in Frisco
They slap the cuffs and whip out the Crisco

Kids in the parking lot drinking beer
Is a thrill or numbing fear?
Taking loads and getting dusted
Don?t understand why you get busted

Don?t know if there?s any hope
The cops end up with the best dope
I still dream of a world of peace
Cause punks are human just like police

Here come lil? friskies - All marching in a line
But who?s to say we?re not to blame?
Youth, the eternal crime