Razor

Mental Torture

Razor


You wanna be cool, you wanna be tough 
You wanna be respected, be a man 
So you shaved off your face, cut off your hair 
Then they gave you a gun and a badge 
Now you're the law, you do what you want 
And 'We the people' do what you say 
'Cause you are the man with the gun in your hand 
God help us if we get in your way 
Hey, give me a break 
What the hell do you think is going on? 
They always think I'm stoned, never leave me alone 
I think it's 'cause my hair is long 
Hey, get off my case 
I'm speaking on behalf of my defence 
They're always acting brave behind those tinted shades 
I'm guilty 'till I'm proven innocent 
Now the world needs law and order as common sense dictates 
But big shot rookies busting heads is what I really hate 
The law is their authority, their actions justified 
To 'serve and protect', I think what they meant 
They'll do what seems right at the time 
They think I'm trouble 'cause I look like I do 
I see suspicion rise 
It's getting harder just to walk down the street 
Without their Big Brother eyes 
It's in the paper. now it's on my TV 
I've seen the violence and hate 
They call it justice but they've pushed it too far 
Stop it before it's too late 
Torture yourself with the facts 
You do what you've chosen to do 
No one is giving you sympathy 
Changes are long overdue 
I've got no problems with the cops 'round the world 
Who put their lives on the line 
Rounding up rapists and diddlers and sorts 
Taking a bite out of crime 
But what's this shit with the heavies some pull? 
I'm seeing Billy The Club 
It's over race, religion, colours and creeds 
I've seen gunned down in cold blood 
Wise up if you are a supercop, hero I'm talking about 
No one has jurisdiction to play God and snuff a life out