10 Cc - Rubber Bullets Lyrics
I went to a party at the local county jailAll the cons were dancing and the band began to wailBut the guys were indiscreetThey were brawling in the streetAt the local dance at the local county jailWell the band were playingAnd the booze began to flowBut the sound came over on the police car radioDown at precinct 49Having a tear-gas of a timeSergeant baker got a call from the governor of the county jailLoad up, load up, load up with rubber bulletsLoad up, load up, load up with rubber bulletsI love to hear those convicts squealIts a shame these slugs aint realBut we cant have dancin at the local county jailSergeant baker and his men made a bee-line for the jailAnd for miles aroundYou could hear the sirens wailTheres a rumor goin round death rowThat a fuse is gonna blowAt the local hop at the local county jailWhatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna doWhatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna doSergeant baker started talkinWith a bullhorn in his handHe was cool, he was clearHe was always in commandHe said blood will flow;Here padrePadre you talk to your boys...Trust in me -God will come to set you freeWell we dont understandWhy you called in the national guardWhen uncle sam is the oneWho belongs in the exercise yardWe all got balls and brainsBut somes got balls and chainsAt the local dance at the local county jailLoad up, load up, load up with rubber bulletsLoad up, load up, load up with rubber bulletsIs it really such a crimeFor a guy to spend his timeAt the local dance at the local county jailAt the local dance at the local county jailWhatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna doWhatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
