Movers and Morons - Swingin Utters

You’re a do-er you’re a do-on fuck the world drop the neutron

You’re a mover you’re a moron

You’re the cops and clip coupons

Police are apathetic to protect and serve (the housing plan’s provided)

Your friends and family get what they deserve (classes remain divided)

The priest is praying for losing faith in the world ('cause everyone was

invited)

Sticking to your guns 'cause you ain’t got the nerve (and the N.R.A.

are delighted)

Only the criminal knows how the criminal fits in (your kids know how to bitch

and moan)

Cram them in the cells and they’ll learn how to bend (because their

generation’s prone)

A diamond in the rough to a nickel in the fen (more than one in the telephone)

Unjust is not the cuff it’s the truncheon’s other end (and who receives the

broken bones)

It’s New Year’s Eve, half past eleven (Dick out in the tenderloin)

The rain’s coming down like pennies from heaven (the cops say there’s no such

coin)

Bullets in the clouds from 357s (stay out of Hunter’s Point)

Every new year a new deadly lesson (and two of mother’s dead little boys)