Venerea – Hurrah For The Filth!

quiet twilight side street, Amsterdam

suddenly a lonesome engine drone

the boys with the blue lights want out in the red

they long to hear the sirens turn them on

undercover

with their truncheons of steel

they wanna cop a feel

they fuck the order

fuck the law

with their facist retribution

fuck the order

fuck the law

and their facist retribution

fucking pigs

cruising for a bruising of the pain

handcuffed to the strong arm of the law

but there’s no need to be alarmed

the tinted windows kepp them from

the grieving’s bodily harm

GBH

when the guns are fired and the smoke has blown

all the rockers will have to roll home

and hopefully the heat won’t be so hot

as to get out and get another shot

in the strong arm of the law