Cops Beating Down On Hippie Scum At The 1968 Democratic National Convention ‎belowground

Working class, family man
Got groceries in the sedan
Live is hard but can't complain
Just gotta take it, day to day
Working nine to five, to bring the home the bacon
But sometimes it gets so frustrating
The dopers, the robbers, and the freaks
Making it unsafe on the streets

So he's got his gun
He's got his badge
He's got his stick
To beat the thrash
All the low class pigs of society
A simple man, keeping the peace

Beat, beat, beat, kill, kill, kill
Stop them all 'till they lose their will
Shoot first, and ask questions later
A gun is the greatest negotiator

Then one day
All these degenerate hippie freaks
Start marching and spreading their pinko propaganda
On the streets