Defenders of Justice

Yeah, vital men in green uniform controlling their Lives in industry, coming to save us, But always too late. We're just slaves, slaves of the state, Of the state. Stealing our jobs and smoking the Tracks. Oppression of peace on our thoughts. We pay our rent, we keep them alive. They attack us with truncheons and gas, Truncheons and gas, truncheons and gas. Defenders of justice, saviors of right. Fighting for freedom, maintain their pride. Violence. They visit beneath the evening and cause They are late. When they are safe, arrest all prisoners. The conscious escape, the kind of our rights, And our will, our will. More and more, their clothes changing, Changing from green, green into brown. Each passing sometime, new war prisons built, And the rules are ruling again, Ruling again, ruling again. They've Got their weapons licensed to kill. Their role is so various, to take out our Freedom and take out will. They've got their law, but we've got the might. They've got their judges to judge all the time, But we got the right. They were the angels, the statues that feared all Nature, perceptions that published us thinking our Fear disappears. Torture and slash, murder and lie. We should protect our duties, but one glorious day We will reign in the night. Yeah, vital men in green uniform controlling their Lives in industry, coming to save us, But always too late. We're just slaves, slaves of the state, Of the state. More and more, their clothes changing, Changing from green, green into brown. Each passing sometime, new war prisons built, And the rules are ruling again, Ruling again, ruling again. Defenders of justice, saviors of right. Fighting for freedom, maintain their pride. Violence. Violence