Everyday he wakes up as his bare feet hit the floor Grabs a cup of coffee straps his magnum on once more Feeds the cat he lives with since his wife walked
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8 I always done an honest job as honest as I could I
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the State I'm a sergeant out on Perenville barracks No 8 I've always done an honest job honest as I could Got a brother
Narrow crossroad in old Moscow White gloves, dullness in the eyes Red tramcars, blue coats Nobody loves you and nobody waits At home, policeman You haaven
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Yeah, yeah, yeah Lord have mercy Chorus: This is the story of my life This is the story of my day (x2) Walking on ........... me selector Walking down
Das der Willi jetzt bei der Polizei ist, da kann ich nur sagen: Respekt! Ich hab' es immer gewuA?t, nicht wahr. Er hat ja damals schon Kindkollegen
You want authority You want a war with me What motivated you You want authority And any opposition You want a war with me To reinforce all policy But
I wonder what it was that made you this way Maybe as a baby, you dropped your rattle And it still rattles you to this day You better practice your evil
the punishment fits the crime. nothing beats humiliation. humiliation's a disease. nothing beats humiliation. nothing beats them like a cop with a club
The house caught on fire in the winter the bosses lay slain and each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay and they saw in the mirror the sun
If you conjure up a fear Make it loud so I can hear the tambourine I just want to let you know I could be your suicide policeman Don't you go 'Til my
Yeah, Yeah. If I didn't have you. If I didn't have you to hold me tight. (If I didn't have you) If I didn't have you to lie with at night. (When i'm
Das der Willi jetzt bei der Polizei ist, da kann ich nur sagen: Respekt! Ich hab' es immer gewu?t, nicht wahr. Er hat ja damals schon Kindkollegen aus
Wonder what it was that made you this way Maybe as a baby you dropped your rattle And it still rattles you to this day You better practice your evil looks
You want authority You want a war with me What motivated you To reinforce all policy You want authority You want a war with me And any opposition You
Swallow dead drink oblivion The end resonate disastrous surrender No one likes to be the bearer of bad news But it's time to put this old girl down Our
Place. This is where the giants roam and their horses stand so tall. And their fists engaged, and fingers bent back to the palm, except one. And you