Love Song for the Cops Lyrics

Wake up in the morning,
Give the kids a smack
Make sure to blame your wife
For every social grace you lack
By the time you get to work
Your face is sign-post red
You're stressed from the moment
You get out of bed
But you're a real man,
Built up by brick
You've got issues with your emotions
But you can solve them with a stick
You resent all those
Above or below your social class
And you can tell them how you feel so well
By kicking their ass

Oh the cops, the cops, those wonderful sops
Aren't they just a barrel of fun
The cops, the cops, cream of the crops
Showing us just how democracy is run

There you go,
Waddling down the street
Looking to fill that empty space
With something greasy to eat
Maybe a donut
Or a meatball sub
Or some random hippie
That you beat with your club
You thought you'd have respect
As a man in blue
But isn't it sad to find
That nobody likes you
You've got a shiny badge
With nothing to show
But you can solve all your problems,
Blow by blow

Oh the cops, the cops, those wonderful sops
Aren't they just a barrel of fun
The cops, the cops, cream of the crops
Showing us just how democracy is run

And when the day is over
And you've beat your last punk
Time to go back to the suburbs
To the bar and get drunk
Hang out in the back
And count the day's fine
And stick it up your nose,
Line by line
In your tender moments
You wonder if there mustn't be more
Than serving the rich
And beating the poor
But then you come to your senses
And you spit with a curse
"If I can't have it better
I'll make sure they have it worse"

Oh the cops, the cops, those wonderful sops
Aren't they just a barrel of fun
The cops, the cops, cream of the crops
Showing us just how democracy is run