Drivin' on down, take the road to the south side
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Radio for backup, Code 2, say it's caution time
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I found the body, deep square in a world of crime
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Streets are wet with rain, wash away and blur my thin blue line
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Chorus:
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Think I'll make a police call
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No one knows, no one cares at all
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Think I'll make a police call
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Breakin' up a sex club, Pelican and Jacko
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Tappin' telephones butt-naked with your Hollywood ho
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Crawl back in my Chevy, call dispatch and hit the party light
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Bust 'em up with billy clubs, go home and light my crack pipe
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Chorus repeat x2
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Breakin' down a door somehwere way out in Diamond Bar
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Hangin' at the roadblock, shootin' at a passin' car
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Goin' undercover, bustin' heads at the Sugar Shack.
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Gimme gimme drugs. Gimme crack, gimme Prozac...
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Police call
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Stan Ridgway |