Just have been stopped by the highway patrol,
Must have been a few miles more than I ought to go.
Cop drags me out of my velvet van,
Feel the cold metal of his 45er,
"Freeze man!"
"Black leather and silver crosses
That seems like bloody blasphemy to me,
It's exactly what we do not appreciate in town,
You better hit the road before I nail you down!"
As I try to speak he unlocks his gun,
California is the state of fun,
No further questions, and no replies,
There is no good living when your body dies.
Reentering the van I got a talk with Smith & Wesson,
Together we decide it's time to teach a lesson
Last glimpse to the man with the star
A quick click, then a blow, shows him who we are!
Cop shooting on Highway 101
Near exit Myer's Flat, Casualties 1
Fugitive in velvet van is heading north
Towards the Washington State Border
And this is how he looks like:
About five and a half feet tall,
Long black hair, covered by a Stetson
He's clad in black leather, wearing black shades.
Beware, he's dangerous.
So keep cool, buddies and put you finger on the trigger,
And if there's a sign of danger,
Blast his bloody brain out of his head, you know what I mean?
Blast his bloody brain out of his head, you know what I mean?
Blast his bloody brain out of his head!
Cop shooting on Highway 101
Near exit Myer's Flat, Casualties 1
Fugitive in velvet van is heading north
Towards the Washington State Border
Caution, if you see the man then shoot that bastard down
We don't need no cop killers here, you hear me?
If you [get him?] explode the guts out of him!
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