The Cops Are the Same

There was a big investigation in the neighborhood. Some people said, listen, it's justified. The cops came and talked to me because years ago I had problems with him. His brains and everything were scattered all over the wall. He says, that's your pal. You don't know? I couldn't recognize the face. It was just massive blood, brains, guts, whatever. And I called a fucking attitude. Go fuck yourself in what you do. That badging gun will only protect you so long. Maybe someday I'd be looking at a picture of your brain on the walls.