File under "ADULT URBAN CONTEMPORARY" - Dillinger Four

Watch them laugh unashamed while they tear your rights away

They’re counting on your silence

Broken down by the weight of the climate they create

Psychological violence

And it’s all for one and none for us

Just pretend you don’t see it

Try to blame only one, but accept that we’ve become

A system that feeds it

And we’ve taken a beating

The crooked arm of the law

Authority overreaching

Dignity crushed in its claws

Take a look all around, won’t be long before you found

Blatant intimidation

At the hands of a few, decorated all in blue

They suppress the accusations

Keep your head bowed down and don’t look back

Keep your hands in your pockets

People have died for less than that

Made one wrong move, they got it in the back

And the moment of outrage

Matters not in the least

A little slap upon the wrist

Welcome to the belly of the beast

Little men with little minds, little rules that they define

These things are connected

Trust them with power without thinking twice, every man has got a price

Do you feel protected?

The chance is too much to resist, to hold another under your fist

I’d like to believe that

Each time another’s lost something is gained, the blue becomes a reddish stain

And we are reminded of who they really are