Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eradicate Authority, artist - Cephalic Carnage. Album song Exploiting Dysfuntion, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 17.04.2000
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Eradicate Authority |
Driving down the freeway |
About to smoke |
A tulip of fresh pseudo nugs |
Reaching for the lighter |
My taste buds are enticed |
I’m feeling high |
Listening to Fleshgrind |
Watching the idiot in front of me Veer to the left, accelerate |
Speed traps radars me, |
Police lights flash |
Oh shit… they are pulling me over |
Runs to the car, smells the reefer |
Pull me out throws me to the ground |
In his panic, feeds me to his dog |
Road is hot burning flesh |
While back-ups destroy the car |
All for a little bid of weed |
Dog bite my arm, |
treat me as a murderer |
Please let me up the handcuffs are too tight |
I’m begging you please this is not right |
These hicks fucking laugh at me You bled to much, you’re under arrest |
for what your done with no contest… |
Cannibal cop |
You bastards will pay when I sue you |
For the tremendous brutality |
for smoking weed |
While most people receive citations |
You punched me in the head, |
kicked me to the floor, |
Blackened my eye, |
bloodied up the nose, |
for ingesting danga, and broke my arm |
Said I resisted arrest |
Nazi pig blessed man gay as hell |
Prejudice too |
Taking out frustration |
or raping unsuspecting men |
You bite their cocks |
Glad none of that happened to me Medical attention is at hand |
Still I’m chained to this hospital bed |
Then you’ll laugh as if this were a joke |
Throw me in a cell |
with bloodied up clothes |
You punched me in the head, |
beat me in the ribs, |
Kicked me in the nose |
'cause I’m not gay |
Nazi pig blessed hag, you’ll be shot |
by Christ-fearing men… |
Eradicate Authority |
Cops beat nimble, |
Cops beat quick, |
Crushing human faces with a nightstick |
If people like this |
are sent to patrol the meek |
Harrassing civilians, |
terrorizing the streets |
Only smoked a joint, |
look at what they did to me Beaten to a pulp |
Your honor hear my plea, |
What I speak is the truth |
Only smoked a joint |
Honesty of my youth |
And you’ll treat me like shit |
The justice system is a commodity |
designed to make money. |