Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Belly of the Beast, artist - Quakers.
Date of issue: 26.03.2012
Song language: English
Belly of the Beast |
They screamin' officer down, I scream karma |
Police cars swarmin' the block, ready to harm us |
Ain’t no Juan or Yaran, you’re in a Palmer |
Nation, where the fuck is the change Mister Obama? |
A lot of promises were never kept, yeah |
Them issues, they had no air time like Detlef Schrempf |
I seen 'em run up in the court in a hurry |
Judge up in the stand and he swung into the jury |
There was a hustle and a bustle and a scurry |
Then a loud barrat! |
The rest kind of blurry, the gun clap |
He shot it with a grin, ain’t a blood bath to wash away the sins |
And he toss away the clip, then he run into the crowd |
Bailiff and the plaintiff were all standin' around |
They screamin' officer down, he scream yes please |
Aimin' into a part of the crowd like it’s a red sea |
All he seein' is red now especially when they shot Oscar Grant |
And they were set free, revenge keeps ‘em lyin' awake |
‘Cause he seen too many people that’s lyin' in wake |
So they find that Jake dying for supplyin' them eights |
And signs and race bind when they lyin' in wake |
They tryin' to escape fine, he ain’t tryin' his case |
They tryin' his patience, hopin' he die in his place |
Welcome to the belly of the beast man |
Where they put you in your grave in the precinct |
Concrete stain all that remains, they leave the whole system in flames |
System in flames, the belly of the beast, yeah the belly of the beast |
Yeah the belly of the beast so mother-fuck the police, fuck the police |