Ganglord, the police are Kicking their way into my house And haunting me, taunting me Wanting me to break their laws
Ganglord, the police are Kicking their way into my house And haunting me, taunting me Wanting me to break their laws
And I'm turning to you To save me And I'm turning to you To save me
Ganglord, the police are Grinding me into the ground The headless pack are back Small boy jokes and loaded guns
Ganglord, the police are Grinding me into the ground The headless pack are back Small boy jokes and loaded guns
And I'm turning to you To save me And I'm turning to you To save me, save me, save me, save me To save me, save me To save me, save me, save me, save me, save me To save me
Gandlord, there's a clock on the wall Making fun of us all Ganglord, the clock on the wall Makes a joke of us all
And I'm turning to you To save me And I'm turning to you To save me, save me, save me, save me, save me To save me, save me To save me, save me, save me, save me, save me To save me
Ganglord, remember The police can always be bribed Ganglord, remember The police can always be bribed
They say, 'To protect and to serve' But what they really mean to say is Get back to the ghetto, the ghetto Get back to the ghetto, the ghetto Get yourself back to the ghetto, the ghetto Get yourself back to the ghetto, the ghetto