The CopsThe CopsThe CopsWe cruised out the coffinsAnd we spat out the dogsOur way round from the mounted policeI remember you barefootIn that flowery dressIn that fountain across the cafeAnd between all the smokeAnd the blood-covered faceI remember it looked kinda strangeThe day we all metThere were walls coming downAnd we sensed it was time for a changeAnd the sky was cryingAnd the most of us twoIn those days down in the southwestYou can't stop a fireIf you fuel the flamesThat's what happenedDown in the southwestAnd you better you start runningOnce the fuse has been litAnd you better acknowledgeAnd you better admitWe are rightYeah, we're wrong, we're right, we're wrongNo one is runningNo, the fuse has been litIt's time for a changeYou're getting tired to admitSomething's wrongSomething's wrong