| Supercop from motor city transferred into town
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| Shot to bits and resurrected, out to bring disorder down
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| Leather jacket, shining chrome, cruising down the boulevard
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| He’s cold as ice and twice as hard
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| Walking slow and talking wise
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| An Auto 9 in his Levis
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| You killed me but I came back to life
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| You thrill me so come one, let’s party like it’s 1985
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| He has no name, he plays the game
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| Shooting up the party scene
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| Directives four, he knows the score
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| He’s half man and half machine
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| State of the art- bang bang!
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| It’s not what, it’s who you know
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| If you wanna serve the public trust
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| Call 9−1-1 or 9−0-2−1-0
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| I came to murder Ronny Cox, Ronny Cox is my boss
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| I have no wife, my wife is gone, I’m here to kill Steve Berkoff
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| I’m posing as a journalist working for the OCP
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| You’d buy that for a dollar? |
| Get the fuck outta here!
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| Hands of steel and a cheeky grin
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| Ferrari wheels and a metal skin
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| Special chair, loves to swear, grieving wife
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| Back to life
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| OCP, banan-ee, tail pipe gag
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| Empty mag
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| Arm shot off, likes to scoff, silly laugh
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| Abandoned gaff
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| Good at shootin', robe- a-lootin', Rolling Stone
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| No-one's home
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| Baby food, knows the hood, warehouse ruse
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| Metal shoes
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| Cobra cannon, no right angles, supercop
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| Cocaine drop
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| Inspector Todd, Clarence Bodd', Judge Reinhold
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| His face is cold
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| Read the rights of rudeness in the first degree
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| Dead or alive, you’re coming with me
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| Searching for the sweet narc action hidden in coffee grounds
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| Play it straight, stay outta trouble, Supercop’s around
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| Dining out on baby food, I always work alone
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| Microchips and coils of wire replaced my flesh and bone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beverly Hills Robocop , by - Gama Bomb. Song from the album The Terror Tapes, in the genre