(Lyrics and Music originally by Dan Zilber, although Paulie, admittedly, took a few artistic liberties)

Kill the cops and roast their bones!
Don't want them in my neighborhood.
Kill the cops and roast their bones!
Their not doing me no good.
Kill the cops and roast their bones!
Ugly, macho corporate slaves.
Kill the cops and roast their bones!
I'd like to see them in their graves.

Out to get me and you,
like to beat us black and blue,
with their mace and clubs and guns,
they just do it all for fun!

What a high as a criminal dies, bleeding from his back.

He didn't have time to turn around, I just pulled out my gun and shot him down!

Kill the cops and roast their bones!
Don't want them in my neighborhood.
Kill the cops and roast their bones!
Their not doing me no good.
Kill the cops and roast their bones!
Ugly, macho corporate slaves.
Kill the cops and roast their bones!
I'd like to see them in their graves.

Out to take us all away,
at least the ones that don't think their way.
Like to them if I could,
They're not doing society good.

What a rise as a murder fries, in the electric chair.

I wish I could have been there to see it!