El Poli
Los Tipitos
The Cop
They're saying that they're saying
that someone told I don't know who
that it's all good, I get it now
but let the one
who has nothing to do die
There are no hidden motives here
there are no silver bullets
there's no gun waiting for you
Every day the same
every day the same
sharpening with fear
that your friends will catch me
that black tribe just doesn't cut it
Intimidating little idiots on the way out
and on the way back you mess with me
and your mom cradles you in her arms
loads the gun and sends you to work
in uniform and baton
your culture is not my fault
we all went to school here
Service vocation
every day the same
sharpening with fear
that your friends will catch me
that black tribe just doesn't cut it
Walking like an angel
living prestidigitating
No, I know it's not rock and roll
what keeps you up at night
it's your conscience, your dark conscience
