Cops Are Out '85 - Battalion of Saints

Cops are out, I run and hide

They’re looking for me, and I don’t know why

I’m so confused about their plight

You’re not safe when you’re out at night

You’ll have to die to please all of them

The cops will die, there is no choice

For taking the law in their own hands

Who they don’t like they’ll arrest

The people rise to take their lives

Cops are out, I see what they’re up to

They want to create fear.

A police state is clear

They say «oh no, we’re here to help»

Who are they joking, do they think we’re blind?

As the club hits you, up side your head

Cops will die, die, die!

The cops are out