A fantastic song from one of the highest energy punk bands going. Almost every album is just a gold mine of politically charged lyrics, coupled with a tongue in cheek attitude tha only Jello Biafra can deliver…
Tonights the night that we got the truck
Were goin downtown gonna beat up drunks
Your turn to drive Ill bring the beer
Its the late, late shift no one to fear
And ride, ride how we ride
We ride, lowrideIts roundup time where the good whores meet
Gonna drag one screaming off the streetAnd ride, ride how we ride
Got a black uniform and a silver badge
Playin cops for real/playin cops for payLets ride, lowride
Pull down your dress heres a kick in the ass
Lets beat you blue til you shit in your pants
Dont move, child got a big black stick
Theres six of us babe, so suck on my dickAnd ride, ride how we ride
Lets ride, lowrideThe left newspapers might whine a bit
But the guys at the station they dont give a shit
Dispatch calls are you doin something wicked?
No siree, jack, were just givin ticketsAs we ride, ride, how we ride
Lets ride, lowride
