lyrics
I'd like to pitch a plan to the problem plaguing me and you
this infestation of boys in blue
We'll have ourselves a piggy roast, we'll eat that pork with beans on toast
we'll start out at the doughnut shop when hunting for the heads of cops
If you see us coming you better run, run, run,
if you're dumb enough to don a badge and gun, gun, gun
We'll slit your throat, skew you on a stake, a dead cop can't retaliate
in the middle of town there is a great big pile,
you can see it for miles and miles...
But I don't eat pork..
Too bad!
Kill the police, eat their bodies,
so they can't come back as zombies
shish-ka-dead-cop, yum yum yum
Next we'll torture every five-o for a confession
bout every time they had to teach someone a lesson
But none will live, we'll spare no one
some will be shot with their own gun
or handcuffed to a great big tree and tasered until their eyes do bleed
Then we'll build a great big bonfire
to cook all the pork that the force did hire
Everyone will come to the fire so bright
we'll feast on officer stew all night,
we'll drink the blood, dance a jig, sing our song to every roasting pig!
Is it kosher?
Who cares!
Kill the police, eat their bodies
so they can't come back as zombies
Shish-ka-dead-cop, yum, yum, yum
When morning comes, the townsfolk can't believe
they no longer live under tyranny.
"Hooray!" They cry. "Every cop is dead!
And to boot we were all well fed."
They wish to thank this mysterious gang for a job well done
But no one will find us, it will seem that we've vanished
It will seem that we have gone
But our memory will linger on
Every time they sing this song.
And they all sing...
We're going to
Kill the police, eat their bodies
so they can't come back as zombies
Shish-ka-dead-cop, yum, yum, yum
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Demo,
released February 25, 2017
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