Shoot! - Can't Swim

Coming home

Working late

Driving tired

Asked me where I was going then said I was lying

What could I do?

From the big bad boys in blue

Pulled me real close and then told me

Put your hands up

High in the air

Or we’ll shoot

You right in ya head

Don’t speak

Not a sound

You’ll be dead

In the ground

On the hood

Face smashed up like a rat

Called for backup, who knows when he’ll attack

One word, threw me right to the floor

He said, «don't make me tell you again, boy»

Don’t make me tell you again

Put your hands up

High in the air

Or we’ll shoot

You right in ya head

Don’t speak

Not a sound

You’ll be dead

Dead in the ground

Dead in the ground!

You’re all a bunch of murderers!