[Dead Kennedys cover written by Biafra/Ray]



Tonight's the night that we drive the truck 

We're goin' downtown gonna beat up drunks 

Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer 

It's the late late shift to one to fear 

And ride, ride how we ride 

It's roundup time where the good whores meet 

Gonna drag one screaming off the street 

And ride, ride how we ride 

Got a black uniform and a silver badge 

Playin' cops for real, playin' cops for appeal

Let's ride, lowride 

Pull down your dress here's a kick in the ass 

Let's beat you blue 'til you shit in your pants 

Don't move, child gotta big black stick 

There's six of us, babe so suck on my dick 

And ride, ride how we ride 

Let's ride, lowride 

The left newspapers migth whine a bit 

But the guys at the station they don't give a shit 

Dispatch calls 'Are you doin' something wicked?' 

'No siree, Jack, we're just givin' tickets' 

As we ride, ride how we ride 

Let's ride, lowride