Marauders

These days it's kind of hard to decide

Who is against you and who's on your side

Big Brother has declared a war

And the good guys don't wear white anymore

The cops have turned in to the robbers

Our protectors have become marauders

Something just below the surface

Reeks of a deceitful purpose

They sneak around in the dead of the night

With their night scopes and their infra-red lights

They really have gotten some kind of nerve

Whatever happened to protect and to serve?

They'll bust your party and spoil your fun

But they're never around when you really need one

On a power trip with an attitude

They expect to have your gratitude

They call it right and they call it the law

But the common man has become the outlaw