Officer Jones and His Petrol Car Problems Thieves on S. Alcaniz Lyrics

How they steal from me everyday. They steal. The filthy thieves. With their fast
food and slow minds. And no life. Look at 'em they're all pigs. And I'm tired of
scratching their backs. Because I know they'll never have mine. And just like they
hunt for sport. I'll f___ing hunt 'em down. One by one. Yeah I'll hunt 'em down. I'll
exercise my right to remain silent. With a grin, gleamy like a new bullet. And I'll plant it
right between their eyes. Close range. Yea I'll plant it right between their eyes.
Hollow point. Point blank. I never miss. I'll color their blank stares in the brightest red.