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You Have the Right to Remain Silent...

(1995)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresCrossover Thrash
LabelsMetal Blade Records
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You Have the Right to Remain Silent... Lyrics

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1. Interloper (3:18)
X-cops patrol your streets tonight
and we will judge whats wrong and right

And if you interfere
With what were doing here
Its your unlucky day
we'll blow your ass away

We are the law
We are justice
You pay our wages
And so you trust us

But if you fuck around
Then you'll be going down
We'll beat you to your knees
You are the enemy
Because we wear a shield
We have the right to kill
And if the guiltless die
We turn a blind eye

We turn a blind eye
We turn a blind eye
We turn a blind eye

Blind eye
2. Barbells (3:30)
Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted
Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down

Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen
Where the floors are cold and the bunk's unclean
And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screams

You were born with a different set of rules
You were raised in the Hood by cracked out fools
Now you're taking your guns and knives to school

Proving to your friends that you're so damn cool
Now you're attending a different school
You will obey Sgt. Zipperpigs every rule

I know you're not afraid boy
I've seen your silly games boy
I know that prison is hard on your hole
I know you're not afraid boy
I've seen your silly games boy
I know that prison is hard on your hole

Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole

Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted
Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down

Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen
Where the floors are cold and the bunk's unclean
And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screams

When they beat you down like all the other fools
And you're sitting in a pile of your own stool
Then maybe you'll think about obeying some rules
When you figure out that you can't being
And you're tired of being forced to act like a queen
Then you'll sit down and listen to the sound of the barbells cling

Listen to the Barbells cling
Listen to the Barbells cling
Listen to the Barbells cling
Listen to the Barbells cling
You can't be king
Listen to the Barbells
Listen to the Barbells
Listen to the Barbells cling
Listen to the Barbells

[Solo]

I know you're not afraid boy
I've seen your silly games boy
I know that prison is hard on your hole
I know you're not afraid boy
I've seen your silly games boy
I know that prison is hard on your hole

Hard on your hole [repeat]
Hole Hole
3. Cavity Search (1:57)
It's a dirty job but someones got to do it
So open up your ass so I can look into it
'Cause you never know what you're gonna find
When you ram your fist up a person's behind

Cavity Search on the side of the road
I'm almost positive I'm breking a code
But I'm the one who's in control
It's my job to search your hole

With a rubber glove pulled on my fist
I search your every orifice
Probing you with icy tools
I search for drugs and stir your stools

Cavity Search on the side of the road
I'm almost positive I'm breking a code
But I am here to protect the souls
Of the people who pay me to look up prisoners holes
So drop'em
Spread'em wide
This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me

It's a dirty job but someones got to do it
So open up your ass so I can look into it
'Cause you never know what you're gonna find
When you ram your fist up a person's behind

Cavity search by the side of the road
I know damn well that I'm breaking a code
But I am here to protect the soules
Of the people who pay me to look up your hole
4. Zipper Pig (1:51)
Zipper pig, zipper pig, zipper pig, oh
Zipper pig, zipper pig, zipper pig, oh

I got the call at 3.33
I arrived at the scene
It was a Masonic conspiracy
You don't know what I mean

Crystal meth lab raid
Was the scene of my shame
All my skin was burned away
Now you know my name

Zipper pig, zipper pig, zipper pig, oh
Zipper pig, zipper pig, zipper pig, oh

All their planted evidence
Was all around me
Exploded in my face
Hot as 33 degrees
Bad mason, bad cop
I was really mean
All my skin was burned away
No time to scream
I was once a human being
Just like you or you
Now I'm a drippy mess
My face was turned to goo
I want vengeance on the ones
Who burned me black and blue
But I know I'll never touch them
I guess you'll have to do!

Zipper pig, zipper pig, zipper pig, oh(x4)
5. Welcome to New Jersey (2:22)
Welcome to New Jersey
It's late at night and you're far from home
Your radio's on and you're driving alone
Until a sign looms from to gloom
The words on that sign are the words to your tomb
It says New Jersey

Shining lights
Bloody face
Rabid dog
Can of mace
He's from New Jersey

Out in the woods, you're cuffed to a tree
The end of my gun is the last thing you'll see
I go through your wallet I take all your cash
Your car I destroy your body I smash
My maniac urges I simply can't stop
The funny thing is I'm not even a cop
Welcome to New Jersey

Shining lights
Bloody face
Rabid dog
Can of mace
He's from New Jersey
Welcome to New Jersey
I hope you enjoy your stay
Welcome
6. Your Mother (4:20)
Remote Control of your stinking family tree
Ain't no knight in shining armor gonna sweep your momma off her feet
Spends her life just squirting pups and turning tricks for me
The flick of my cigarette and your Mother's on her knees

On her knees
Turning tricks for me
Giving up the honey
Bringing me the money

Your cheap momma and her monkey and the kindness of my heart
Is all that keeps your family together in this white trash trailer park
Your wacked out momma she's a junkie, she's gotta have her stash
So she walks the street, sells her soul and brings me back the cash

She's so cheap
She'll always need me
You know I own you
We own the streets

Now you're starting to see just what you get
When your mother is a piece of shit

Now you're starting to see just what you get
When your mother is a piece of shit
7. The Party's Over (2:35)
The name is Cobb Knobbler
And you're here with me now

I'll tell ya punks, the name's Cobb Knobbler
Satanic Nazi, Weenie gobbler
I was in the 'Nam, now I'm on the lam
Joined up with the X-Cops, kickin' ass and porkin' chops

The party's over
I wear a uniform
The party's over
I wanna keep you warm

These are moments that I treasure
Agony is placed with pleasure
I know I'll do my duty
I'll restrain my gay-boy booty

The party's over
I wear a uniform
The party's over
I wanna keep you warm

I tried to die and then I cried
Really had to look inside
What it was that got me here
I am just a big fat queer

Sacrifice a goat, slice your fucking throat
That's right punk, I'm also on junk

The party's over
The party's over

Well I love to look at Hitler's maps
Hobnail boots and leather chaps
I used to live in San Francisco
Drop your drawers and pass the crisco

Now I'm naked on display, all the bad guys know I'm gay
They line up around the block, to suck the ghost of Hitler's cock

Suck my motherfuckin' dick!
8. 5-0 (1:52)
Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0

Very few have the nerve
To protect and serve
Fighting crime
Evereyday I put my life on the line

Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0

But this job takes its toll
And its hard to keep control
And sometimes I find myself just
Beating the fucking shit out of you
For no fucking reason at all

call 5-0 911
5-0, 5-0, 5-0
Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0
5-0, 5-0, 5-0
Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0
Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0
Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0
9. Tune up Time (1:06)
10. Third Leg (1:55)
I got armor piercing bullets in my Taurus '92
It's fully locked and loaded and it's waiting just for you
A nickel plated magnum with the custom fitted grips
A fully auto AK with the big banana clip
A .45 baretta with an extra magazine
A sawed of riot shotgun and the mighty M-16
A back up Colt .380 that I keep inside my sock
All my guns are so much fun I love them like my cock

My 3rd leg is my savior
My 3rd leg's like a son
My 3rd leg is my master
My 3rd leg is my gun

I've got confiscated weapons from a hundred bogus busts
That wait for me when I get home to satisfy my lust
I feel their barrel close to mine it's making me erupt
It's so good to be a cop so good to be corrupt

My 3rd leg is my savior
My 3rd leg's like a son
My 3rd leg is my master
My 3rd leg is my gun
11. Paddy Wagon Rape (3:05)
Out on the streets, I'm looking for some crack
I got a pipe in my mouth and a body in the back
So I call the paddy wagon and ram it up her shitter

Paddy wagon rape, I can't get a date
Paddy wagon rape, we are working late

Get on the horn gotta call up the boys
The paddy wagon's rockin', she's makin' lots of noise
So I give the bitch a kiss I give her titty a rub
Yeah the guys really loose it when I fuck her with my club

So climb aboard
There's always room for more

Paddy wagon rape, I can't get a date
Paddy wagon rape, we are working late

Cheered on by my buddies I slam at her vadge
Hell I can't believe that they gave me a badge

(I put a whippin' on her cunt and a hurtin' on her ass)
(No ? - Bitch)

So climb aboard, there's always room for more

Paddy wagon rape, I can't get a date
Paddy wagon rape, we are working late
12. Highway Star (Deep Purple Cover) (5:55)
Nobody's gonna take my car, it's gonna race you to the ground, yeah
Nobody's gonna take my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound, yeah
Yeah it's a killing machine, it's got everything
Got that driving power license to kill everything

I love it, I need it, I feel it
Yeah, it's a wild thing, all right, hold tight
I'm the Highway Star

Nobody's gonna take my gun, I'm gonna keep it til the end, yeah
Nobody's gonna touch my gun, or I'll shoot ya in the face
Yeah it's a killing machine, it's got everything
Yeah, got that magnum power license to kill everything

I love it, I need it, I feel it
Six cylinders, all mine, all right, hold tight
I'm the Highway Star

[Solo]

Nobody's gonna take my batch, cause I still can't take no blame, yeah
Nobody's gonna take my batch, so now I'm on the road again, yeah
Yeah, I'm in heaven again, I got everything
You're a damn punk bum and I'm the king of everything

I love it, I need it, I bleed it
Yeah, it turns me on, all right, hold tight
I'm the Highway Star

[Solo]

[Repeat 1st verse]
13. You Fucked Up (4:02)
You fucked up you went over the line
You fucked up you didn't pay your fine
You fucked up in the third degree
You fucked up when you fucked with me
You fucked up (your goin down)
You fucked up
You fucked up when you fucked with a cop
You fucked up when you failed to stop
You fucked up you should have stayed at home
You fucked up now Im cracking your dome

You fucked up when you fucked with the law
You fucked up when you narked on your ma
We slapped her around and she ratted on pa
You fucked up now we got you by the balls
You fucked up, You fucked up,
You fucked with the X-cops
You fucked up, You fucked up...
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