He wants to be a copper, so he can carry a gun
In public where everyone can see, the man
He wants to be a copper, so he can shoot people
Pass the buck onto a badge
He wants to join the boys club, on the right side of the fence
He wants to be a copper, so he can bludgeon you all to death
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With a smile on his face, masking his distaste
Joking in the watchhouse, hiding his disgrace
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