Cops don't like to answer calls from children
getting raped. It's the child's word, you know.
Another parent looking the other way.
Answered 'em all, wouldn' have time
to ride on murder. Like that. Reg'lar
as rain, rape. You kidding me? Talkin'
hundreds. Thousands in New York. L.A.,
Atlanta, Chicago. N.O. -- name one, kids
are crying for help. Some is out of spite,
you know. Somehow we're supposed to know
who's on the up and up. Sure. Right.
Boys?? God, yes. Prob'ly more don't ask,
don't tell situation. Plenty of girls too afraid.
Think it's their fault. Hundreds, thousands,
just the tip of the iceberg. Hell's bells.
Ain' natural. Is, who knows? Don't get
paid to think, just roll. Grow a shell
or you'll end up sticking your revolver
in your mouth. Maybe commit suicide
by cop yourself. And yes, there are cops
injure their own. Know the ropes,
doesn't get to court. Like the man said,
We don't need all kinds, just got 'em.
Damn, 'ere's another one on the horn.
Some nights, don't think you can stand
. . .forgetaboud it. Just. . .forget it!
