B.D.C. - Dropping A Popped Locket

ACAB ACAB

ACAB ACAB

Fuck you!

How’s that mirror look lately?

Not worth the figure in your paycheck?

Fuck blue lives, ACAB

Murderers playing hero, your victims won’t go nameless

For all that you’ve dealt

Turn that gun on yourself

Dead cops.

Dead cops, fuck yea!

Billions of dead cops

Do what’s right, a bit of suicide

Use those dead eyes that burrow in your face

Look at your arm, trace a blue line

Billions of dead cops make the world a better place

For all that you’ve dealt

Turn that gun on yourself

Dead cops.

Dead cops, fuck yea!

Billions of dead cops

For all that you’ve dealt

Turn that gun on yourself

Dead cops.

Dead cops, fuck yea!

Line the streets with dead cops