We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
The man in black, with a badge on his hat.
When push comes to shove, there's a gun in his hand.
It's hard to see a life form in a crumbling heart of stone.
No justice in that badge. The fault will never be his own.
A freeman danced.
He made his way down town.
Armed with a picket sign.
They beat him to the ground.
He begged them all to stop.
His words were choked away.
"Protect and Serve"
The laws they choose when to obey.
I want to hear you scream at the top of your lungs!
These pigs are cops, not food!
Can't you tell?
Can't you tell by the gun?
We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
See them on the silent corners and they're outside of your home.
Waiting for a chance to cross the line. This never ending show.
Pigs, they beat you in the shadows. Not for some fear of the light,
but because it gives them power hiding from the prying eyes.
A freeman danced.
He made his way down town.
Armed with a picket sign.
They beat him to the ground.
He begged them all to stop.
His words were choked away.
"Protect and Serve"
The laws they choose when to obey.