The rebellion progresses
The TV obsesses
The minds they impress us
With the shit they're selling off
It's the lying and cheating
The people cops are beating
It's a time for achieving
A vengeance well deserved
Its disorder before the
The making of a martyr
It's the start of the end of
When all is said and done
Its frustration of nations
From constant confrontations
Its retaliation from all the instigation
It's the
Bombs from the sky or a club to the face
It's the job of the world police
Don't get on a plane so you think you're safe
At the corner store get maced in the face
By a thug with a gun and a badge
Or in the sand waving a flag
Bombs from the sky or a club to the face
That's the job of the world police
Run by some paper with a presidents face
It's the gun to your head
They're the world police
Is a protest illegal
To stop the voting for evil
Big business is deceitful
It's a corporate overthrow
It's the kids in the street
Throwing rocks at a tank
In the name of peace
It's like money in the bank
Bombs from the sky or a club to the face
It's the job of the world police
Run by some paper with a presidents face
It's the gun to your head
They're the world police
Is this process based on religion?
Political ambition of world domination
Financial obligation disguised as compensation
Followed by indecision
Decide