Officer, officer, officer   where you going with all that rancor?   I see no broken windows    do you have faith in those that sent you here?   'cause in the full blown afternoon commute   the news crew beats you onto the scene   as we lay down in market street   violent-voiced and bleeding from the knees      well they say we're wrong    so leave the cameras on   leave the cameras on    yeah we'll see whos wrong, wrong      well officer, officer, officer    did we get too close to union square?   this high class pride, the tender line   'cause in the tenderloin    you didnt seem to care   so this prison buzz, the prison buzz   the warehouse docks and lockers all away   the white cloud in the white house will white out everything we tried to say      well they say we're wrong    so leave the cameras on   leave the cameras on yeah we'll see whos wrong, wrong      I though I saw myself on the big screne    broadcast against the president's bobbing   well I think he needs a slap on the shoulder   I think we need to get a little bit bolder      well they say we're wrong    so leave the cameras on   leave the cameras on yeah we'll see whos wrong, wrong