sweep that shit right off the street   until it's got nowhere left to be   yeah, we all know who calls that shots around here   gelled up hair and fancy suits   the kind that doesn't like to lose   excuse me sir, we've been wondering...      where are we supposed to go?      sweep that shit right off the street   keep in line with the city beat   yeah, we all know who does all the shooting around here   mustache, badge and a swollen head   the kind that like to see you dead   i'm not going to turn it down so come and fucking get me      where are we supposed to go?