P.i.g. Lyrics

Your prospect of living gone,
You ran the light at dawn,
Protectors on your back,
Lights are on their track,

You must now face authority,
You're nothing like me,
You must now face authority,
You're nothing like me.

Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
f*ck you pig,

Your sorrow terror
Lost with the f***ing drown
The man that hugs you
Is useful penetrate People that will do safer hug
Just like even who you are
People that will do safer hug
What the f*** with your rights

Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
Put your hands up, get out of the car,
f*ck you pig,

Seven a.m. morning, came to take us away,
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads,
Seven a.m. morning, came to take us away,
Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads.

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