| I tell you there’s some |
| Someone at the door |
| Alright, hands up, better yet, hit the dirt |
| Pervert, nobody moves, nobody gets hurt |
| It’s a bust, gonna tear this place apart and dust for prints |
| We’re not looking just for hints, now it’s the judge you must convince |
| The unjust and untrue, there’s nowhere to run to |
| You’re dead stranded, surrender, we caught you red handed |
| Put your clothes back on, slowly, drop the junk |
| No funny stuff, caught the punk, hurry up and pop the trunk |
| Scumbags, cum rags, hard drugs and loaded weapons |
| Harry, Dick and Tom, a ticking bomb that could explode in seconds |
| Tweed geeks, speed freaks, push the limits, up the bids |
| Rebel’s without causes, the dishonest corruptive kids |
| Pleasure seekers with leather sneakers, loud music and underwear |
| Inside out, they have a hideout and I wonder wear |
| Fooled by the gear and the camera, veneer and the glamor |
| Now you’re lookin' at a year in the slammer |
| Spread 'em |
| Up against the wall, loverboy |
| Spread 'em |
| Wider, wider now |
| Spread 'em |
| Up against the wall, sweet cheeks |
| Spread 'em |
| No funny stuff |
| Alright, reach for the sky and no surprises |
| Tough guys, hand over your supplies and disguises |
| Cash from the porn stash, erratic behavior, spastic motion |
| Fake mustaches, hair products and magic potions |
| Strip search, stand tough, here comes the handcuffs |
| Suspicion, you’re in no position to demand stuff |
| It’s your own fault, you get one phone call on the journey |
| To the big house, stake mouth, you got a right to an attorney |
| Guns are the best tool, billy club is less cruel |
| Criminals that dress cool, turn the city into a cesspool |
| Killer with a chainsaw, sang fois, wonder girl |
| Bare naked, drug addict, drawn into the underworld |
| It’s a cryin' shame, pointing fingers, bad guys, denying blame |
| Playing a violent game, live fast, die in vain |
| It’s your town, under siege, out of focus in the foreground |
| Dragnet, search warrant, breaking the door down |
| Spread 'em |
| Up against the wall, toots |
| Spread 'em |
| Wider |
| That’s right, spread 'em |