| Something stirring in the air, a victory? | 
| A time-bomb ticking to explode, three, two, one, let’s go. | 
| Something passive, something not. | 
| Billy clubs out, call the S.W.A.T. | 
| Rabid dogs without a leash, | 
| is this how you keep the peace? | 
| You want riots? | 
| Wear your riot gear. | 
| You want violence? | 
| Then shoot some tear gas in the air. | 
| It is written on your badge, | 
| 'To serve and protect', | 
| it seemed you only served yourselves, | 
| protecting your own neck. | 
| Controlling with fear, menacing and threatening. | 
| You want my respect? | 
| You better start respecting me. | 
| Go and get your riotgear, | 
| swing your girlie all around, | 
| we’ll be dancing on the cinders, | 
| as the town is burning down. | 
| Swing her around, burn it all down. | 
| Something smelled of power tripping, | 
| crowd control was rank. | 
| Tear gas everyone downtown, | 
| what you did really stank. | 
| Legislation, never made you judge and jury. | 
| martial law now, | 
| beat the kids down with no worries. | 
| Go and get your riotgear, | 
| swing your girlie all around, | 
| we’ll be dancing on the cinders, | 
| as the town is burning down. | 
| Swing her around, burn it all down. |