Officer officer officer,
Where you goin’ with all that riot gear?
I see no broken windows.
Do you have faith in those that sent you here
‘Cause in a full bloom afternoon commute
A news crew beats you onto the scene
As we lay down in Market Street
Violent voiced and bleeding from the knees.
Well they say we’re wrong.
So leave the cameras on.
Oh leave the cameras on.
Yeah we’ll see who’s wrong, wrong.
Officer officer officer,
Did we get too close to Union Square?
Oh is high class pride the tender line,
‘Cause in the Tenderloin you didn’t seem to care. Nope.
So it’s prison bus after prison bus
To the warehouse docks to lock us all away-ay-ay-ay-ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And the white clout in the White House
Will white-out everything we tried to say.
Well they say we’re wrong.
So leave the cameras on.
Oh leave the cameras on.
Yeah we’ll see who’s wrong, wrong.
Well I thought I saw myself on the split screen.
Broadcast against the president’s bombing.
Well I think he needs a tap on the shoulder.
I think we need to get a little bit bolder.
Well they say we’re wrong.
So leave the cameras on.
Oh leave the cameras on.
Yeah we’ll see who’s wrong, wrong.