The Pigs — Oxymoron

Bluelight screaming, figures in the dark Shelter-seeking, but you've run so far They gonna get out if you're slow and put you in a cell You don't wanna be arrested so you run like hell

Chorus:

Here comes ... the pigs They always nick the underdogs

There's no regret but nowhere to go Draw back, breathing, but you've run to slow They don't care if you're innocent, they don't care if you're right They're looking for a scapegoat and they found their prey

... hide or you're getting screwed