Billy-club and a gun, 
can of mace and a badge, 
seem to have given you the right 
to take away what rights I have. 
Lack of respect, 
no compromise, 
abuse of power, 
excessive force, 
attacking the ones 
you serve and protect, 
the justice system in reverse. 
A few kids in the desert 
hanging out listening to bands. 
Call the police, heaven forbid, 
they use the energy 
on Steve Wynn's land. 
For us you needed a chopper? 
For us you had to draw guns? 
Meanwhile someone's 
raped and murdered, 
but at least you stopped our fun. 
At least you stopped our fun. 

knock down our stuff, 
cussing at us, 
waving your big shotgun around. 
You tried to silence us 
by knocking all of 
our equipment down. 
A protest escaped my lips, 
I've always been 
one to speak my mind. 
Stand up for my constitutional 
right and got a shotgun 
pressed between my eyes. 
Between my eyes, 
between my eyes, 
between my eyes. 
You threatened my life, 
insulted me, 
showed me I have no place
in this society. 
And you wonder 
why I have a lack of respect 
for authority?