The Pigs - Oxymoron

Bluelight screaming, figures in the dark

Shelter-seeking, but you’ve run so far

They gonna get out if you’re slow and put you in a cell

You don’t wanna be arrested so you run like hell

Chorus

Here comes … the pigs

They always nick the underdogs

There’s no regret but nowhere to go

Draw back, breathing, but you’ve run to slow

They don’t care if you’re innocent, they don’t care if you’re right

They’re looking for a scapegoat and they found their prey

… hide or you’re getting screwed