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One hundred cops surround a statue
Of somebody named cook
I think they're going to arrest him
For something that he took
He can assist them with inquiries
Into murder, into rape
Theft of land and food, and arson
And dragging little children away
How many batons
How many tasers
How many knees
How many guns
Does it take
To drag this face of Empire down?
Apparently, it's none
Apparently, it's none
He is wanted in connection
With the spreading of a plague
With the poisoning of soils
And the skies and the waterways
It's alleged he's quite the figurehead
In a gang by name of White
Wanted the whole world over
For a long list of crimes
How many cops
How many tasers
How many knees
How many guns
Does it take
To drag this face of Empire down?
Apparently, it's none
Apparently, it's none
How many cops
How many horses
How many knees
How many guns
Does it take
To drag this face of Empire down?
Apparently, it's none
Apparently, it's none
