Y'see, I've got this problem; I don't like cops
And cops don't like me (Bitches leave)
Can you fly Bobby? Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
What is this shit? Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
I work for OCP, Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
OCP runs the cops
Oh, why must I tell 'em again?
What must I tell 'em, my friend?
That we are born into sin
And we are worshiping murderers
Nothing but evil duplicitous men
I know you heard of 'em all
We should just murder 'em all
We should just murder and ball
We dance on the ruins we looting from all of they palace's walls