Die!   Die!   Die!   Die!      Your prospect of living gone,   You ran the light at dawn,   Protectors on your back,   Lights are on their track,   You must now face authority,   You're nothing like me,   You must now face authority,   You're nothing like me,   Put your hands up, get out of the car,   Put your hands up, get out of the car,   Put your hands up, get out of the car,   Fuck you pig      Get them reported,   Let them just fucking run,   The man that I broke   He still fits in his sleep      Evil is written paper on   Looks like he made what you are   Evil is written paper on   Let them fuck with your rights      Put your hands up, get out of the car,   Put your hands up, get out of the car,   Put your hands up, get out of the car,   Fuck you pig      Seven A.M. morning came to take us away   Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads   Seven A.M. morning came to take us away   Little men, big guns, pointed at our heads      Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah