The Society Cult - State Gristle Lyrics

Yeah, you can choke me
You can f*ck me up
You can gag me
You can lock me
You can shoot me so full of holes
That you can shove your fist right through my soul

So have your power trip
Dine out on the irony of the poor hired
To keep the rich man rich
The thin blue line ain't there to protect you
It's to jail you for petty crime

The police investigate police
Investigate police, investigate police
Investigate police!

Do you get worried about power
And what happens when they get too much?
Do you get worried about power
Cos I'm thinking maybe power corrupts

Come on, show it to me!

Yeah you can choke me
F*ck me up
Gag me
Lock me up
You can lay in the f*cking boot
Make me submit to you

But resistance grows as the baton hits
To both the State and it's bloodied fists
With every racist signed up to the force
With every bullet pried from a child's corpose

ACAB - All Cops Are Bastards

Power, abuse, coercion and hate
Oh hallowed gristle of the bourgeois state
The ruling elite has bought it's social peace
But there are more of us than there are police

So have your power trip
While you still can, pig!

Fire to the prisons
Fire to the state!