Estado policial

Mr. Congressman, you don't need money
Enlightened judge, how much do you sell your forgiveness for?
Mr. President, don't you care about the people?
Mr. Commissioner, you take off your uniform at our expense.
They handcuff my hands
they chain my feet
they show me their teeth, I think they're going to bite me
they grab me by the hair, now I know who they are
they're the cops, they're the cops!
I spike the wheels of the police cars
I put a couple of bombs in each police station
I convince a thousand idiots and put a stamp on them
and another dictatorship for forty thousand days.
We all live in a police state
they lock you in your house, you go out to work
Saturday night, the hunt began
I seem to be the prey of a bunch of policemen.
Police state, Police state.