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Ref: Knockin at my door?
Is it a foe, my friend? Is it an enemy?
I´m not sure anymore who be knockin´ at my door
Is it a foe, my friend? Is it an enemy?
Of course my eyes look strange
I got a 100 watt lightbulb right in my face
And your behind it askin´ stupid questions
Who sold it to you? Do you ever use a weapon?
Sold what, what weapon? hold up let me ask you
Do you always hassle people who pass through
See, unless you got a paper from God
What you´re doin´ right now really ain´t your job
It ain´t that hard, go find a gate to guard
And quit drewlin´ over people like a st. Bernard
I´m just mindin´ my biz, why this?
Sudden interest in shit that´s private ahh shiet!
You don´t like to see me movin´my lip, do you?
And you wouldn´t mind uin´that stick, would you?
It wouldn´t be your firt time either
Still remember what you did to my main man peter
He got fucked up, thrown in jail
Dragged to his holding cell by his pony tail
By some officer, looked just like you
Big chest , arrogant with a crew-cut too
Now i don´t take to being patronized
Tha´t why my name and number´s still classified
And if you´re dumb enough to even ask me why
I´m standin´ here you stopped me i was passin by
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I´m not sure anymore who is knockin´ on mi door
Is it a foe, my friend? Is it an enemy?
I´m not sure anymore who be knockin´ at my door
Is it a foe, my friend? Is it an enemy?
You seem to think the badge on your chest
Gives you the right to treat people without added respect
Walkin´ the deck like you´re commanding the ship
A peacock showin´ his feathers every chance that he gets
I´m unimpressed see in a chain of command
The top people want the idiots to stay where they stand
And since you´re, what 40? still walkin´ the beat
I doubt you even qualify talkin´to me
See maybe you´re hustler yappin´ your jaw
Who figured hustlin´ would be easier backed be the law
A sadist throwin´ people ein the back of your car
Violently, actin´harder than you actually are
See what i do i no business of yours
And i´d appreciate it if you didin´t visit no more
No more kickin´ in doors, no more hittin´ the floor
No more barkin´ dogs, no more sittin´ in court
Ref:
I´m not sure anymore who is knockin´ on mi door
Is it a foe, my friend? Is it an enemy?
I´m not sure anymore who be knockin´ at my door
Is it a foe, my friend? Is it an enemy?
You did it in Prague and you did it in Gothenburg
Everywhere I look you killin´ the mockinbird
You got away with shootin´ loaded connons
Some kid got 6 months just for throwin´ branches
Man, people where dancin´ and singin´
´till yankee 1 stormed in and started bashing the women
Chasin´ everything even runnin' after the children
Swingin´ their sticks every chance they were given
And what´s worse is you got it on tape
Docterd the pics and made ´em serve your own damn purpose
And when reportes told the rest of the nation
You put yourselves in charge of the invesigation
That in itself is a paradox
Not to mention what happened when the cameras stopped
It was a clear cut case somehow the judge closed it
And all the goverment did was send you roses
Ref:
I´m not sure anymore who is knockin´ on mi door
Is it a foe, my friend? Is it an enemy?
I´m not sure anymore who be knockin´ at my door
Is it a foe, my friend? Is it an enemy?
Knockin’ On My Door was produced by Breakmecanix.