Bad Apple Lyrics

They say not all cops are individually bad people

If it rolls around in mud, is pink and squeals

Then it probably likes making certain people kneel

And covering up the antics of its best mate Bill

Good cop, bad cop

Should be in jail yourself cop

Drunk on hate, drunk with power

Hit your bitch for a can of Stella

Blood on your hands

Do we know where we stand?

So many bad apples

Time to replace the rotten barrel

Good cop, bad cop

Keep your nightstick in your pants cop

Protect the rich and powerful

The small and mighty handful

Blood on your hands

Do we know where we stand?

So many bad apples

Time to replace the rotten barrel

Everything's in order

If you know your place that is

Everything's dandy, everythings fine

As long as the pigs keep you in line

Being stalked by your ex?

Why don't you come back to us when you're dead?

They'll pinch your bum, then pinch your neighbour's bud

All funded by their southern cokehead chums

(so many bad apples

time to replace the rotten barrel)