I call the police
You run for your life
Then I fuck my corporate wife
The sound of relief
Is a flashing light
I come inside my corporate wife
I call the police
You run for your life
I stick up for the corporate rights
All the streets and their poor
I hear them knocking at my door
Below the streets
There's more poor
All knocking at my door
In a stolen car
They're all stolen cars
I call the police
The sound of relief