Officer Down

Bad Wolves

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    911, what’s your emergency?
    Pull the trigger on this nigg-er, let’s go

    I’m sayin’ hands up, don’t shoot
    And no finger on the trigger ain't afraid of truth
    So you wanna be in trouble till you see a motherfucker that is only? Undercover that'll fuck with you
    Fists up, drop the cuffs
    That’s the price you’ve gotta pay [?]
    A good or bad
    Protect us I'm no slave

    Another case and acquittal
    Another wife turned a widow
    Whoa, Whoa
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    Another heart breaks a little
    A child left in the middle
    Whoa, Whoa
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    Another officer down

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    I see them lights flash, hit the gas
    No one wants to hear the truth
    So you wanna meet until again you see a mother that has ever been scared to lose
    Slam brakes catch a case
    A little bitch that's on patrol
    The devils dance does not advance the one in control

    Another case and acquittal
    Another wife turned a widow
    Whoa, Whoa
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    Another heart breaks a little
    A child left in the middle
    Whoa, Whoa
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    Another officer down

    Fuck your life get up
    Pull that fucking trigger, let’s go

    Another case and acquittal
    Another wife turned a widow
    Whoa, Whoa
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    Another heart breaks a little
    A child left in the middle
    Whoa, Whoa
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    (Hands up, don't shoot)
    Another officer down

    Song details

    Composition: Chris Cain, Doc Coyle, and Tommy Vext Cummings

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