Now don't get me wrong
When you hear this song
'Cause I got five Project Pitchfork CDs on my desk 
Playing more than occasionally 
XMTP MP3s 
But we're the English Police, 
and you're under arrest! 
First off, the letter "V" 
Is pronounced differently 
Than the way in which the letter "W" is said 
Such linguistic mistakes 
Should be harder to make 
If you called up an American goth and got your shit 
proofread! 

Chorus: 
For crimes of crappy lyrics that don't make any sense 
Your judgment has been made and it decrees that forth 
hence 
Project Pitchfork, E-Craft, and Funker Vogt 
Your English License has been revoked! 
For crimes of crappy lyrics that don't make any sense
Your judgment has been made and it decrees that forth 
hence 
Neuroticfish and E-Craft, and Funker Vogt 
Your English License has been revoked! 

And I will concede 
That I will stomp 'till I bleed 
To your music 'cause I'm not a hater
But it's hard sound tough, 
Even vocoding wont' be enough,
If your lyrics are written by a first grader
But I'll let you off with a warning 
If you promise me one thing: 
That you'll figure out what the proper syllables to 
accent are 
'Cause your looped layers of static
Will sound more dramatic 
When you don't sing like a goddamn dork...ALLES KLAR? 

(chorus) 

Breakdown: 
Bands are on the run from the grammatical police 
For their own good, we gotta find and fix mistakes from 
Germanese
No more changing words to make a rhyme or rhyming same 
words twice 
'Cause it's possible write a hit were the words aren't 
sacrificed 
Soon we're gonna go put other places to the test
By fixing up their lyrics, Scandanavia is next
Making yudgments on the quality of lyrical esteem
Chopping up shitty lyrics with a guil-e-o-tine 
The right accents aren't required to garner our 
approval 
But singing like an idiot means license removal 
And I aware of my own lyrical shortcomings 
Pronunciation errors that knock me out the running 
Saying Funker, not "Foonkah", when I know that that is 
wrong 
Showing blatant hypocrisy within my own damn song 
But I'll make an effort and strain 
To get it right on the refrain 
And here it comes again 
So raise your voice (not woice) and sing along! 

(chorus x2)