Die Die Die Die Your prospect of living gone You ran the light at dawn Protectors on your back Lights are on their track You must now face authority You're nothing like me You must now face authority You're nothing like me Put your hands up, get out of the car Put your hands up, get out of the car Put your hands up, get out of the car Fuck you, pig Put your hands up, get out of the car Put your hands up, get out of the car Put your hands up, get out of the car Fuck you pig Get them reported Let them just fucking run The man that I broke He still fits in his sleep Evil is written paper on Looks like he made what you are Evil is written paper on Let them fuck with your rights Put your hands up, get out of the car! Put your hands up, get out of the car! Put your hands up, get out of the car! Fuck you pig! Seven A.M. morning came to take us away Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads Seven A.M. morning came to take us away Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads Ahh