Letras: Offspring, The. L.a.p.d..

When cops are taking care of business I can understand

But the L.A. story's gone way out of hand

Their acts of aggression, they say they're justified

But it seems an obsession has started from the inside

They're shooting anyone who even tries to run

They're shooting little kids with toy guns

Take it to a jury but they don't give a damn

Because the one who tells the truth is always the policeman



Beat all the niggers

Beat whoever you see

Don't need a reason

(We're) L.A.P.D.



The city of L.A. feels like a prison

With helicopters overhead and bullets whizzing by

Martial law ain't no solution

Police brutality's just social pollution



Beat all the white trash

Beat whoever you see

Don't need a reason

(We're) L.A.P.D.



They say they're keeping the peace

But I'm not buying it because a billy club ain't much of a pacifier

"Protecting your freedom"

Now that's just a lie

It's an excuse for power that's more like an alibi

Law and order doesn't really matter

When you're the one getting bruised and battered

You take it to a jury, they'll throw it in your face

Because justice in L.A. comes in a can of mace