A necklace of rubber, burning bright
A burning rubber necklace for my angels delight
A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks
For the rich mans militia photographing my block
Kill a cop. why the hell not?

Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn!
I got a word for you: dead
Got a trampoline--your fuckin head

You roll down my street in your gleaming new car
Ive got no secrets, cash or time left to give you
But Ive got something else for you, my friend
A crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the pavement
Angels delight was a recurring statement
Burn a bailiff--spill, dont save it

Yeah!! burn, motherfucker, burn!
Run, run, run, run!
You can have what you ask, but not in cash
[with a? ] credit card, a payment slashed
You can put it where your mouth used to be
You can put it where your dick used to be
You can [...? ] looking at me, looking at you
[...? ] blacklist, [...? ] blacklist
What do you do when words collapse
And all thats left is broken glass?
I know, I know Im trapped

Ive got a holiday in a big oak box
With my friend, the famous pc plod, plod, plod*
Kill a cop, kill a cop,
You lay a hand on me, Im gonna kill you, cop.
Hey! lets all kill some cops.
Some bailiffs.
Assholes.

* pc plod is a well known and derogatory name for a british beat cop. its capitalized, like john q. public.