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“We have the right to break the silence,

anything we play can and will be used

against you in a court of Rock.”

Horrors have a smell and

they tell us it’s the scene of a crime.

Casings on the floor, there is a

perps who’s gonna do some time.

We can hear the evidence that echoes in the air,

using choke holds and bruising nerves

so the morons get what they deserve,

slash and burn, protect and serve.

Justice in leather uniform,

we prosecute transgression,

crashing through windows

and breaking doors.

We practice devastation law!

We are the Rock Police,

elite of Rock 'n' Roll’s finest,

marshals out on patrol.

Elite of Rock 'n' Roll’s finest,

the force keeping control,

we are the Rock!

Get you on the ground

then rub your face in the dirt.

Mister Nightstick he’ll crack

your skull, now it might hurt.

We’re the judge, we’re the jury

and we are the executioners.

Ürime suspect will get the chair

voltage maxed out, skin shaved bare.

Inhaling his own burning hair!

Justice in leather uniform,

we prosecute transgression,

crashing through windows

and breaking doors.

We practice devastation law!

We are the Rock Police,

elite of Rock 'n' Roll’s finest,

marshals out on patrol.

Elite of Rock 'n' Roll’s finest,

the force keeping control,

we are the Rock!