B.D.C. by Dropping a Popped Locket Lyrics

ACAB ACAB
ACAB ACAB
Fuck you!

How’s that mirror look lately?
Not worth the figure in your paycheck?
Fuck blue lives, ACAB
Murderers playing hero, your victims won’t go nameless

For all that you’ve dealt
Turn that gun on yourself
Dead cops. Dead cops, fuck yea!
Billions of dead cops

Do what’s right, a bit of suicide
Use those dead eyes that burrow in your face
Look at your arm, trace a blue line
Billions of dead cops make the world a better place


For all that you’ve dealt
Turn that gun on yourself
Dead cops. Dead cops, fuck yea!
Billions of dead cops
For all that you’ve dealt
Turn that gun on yourself
Dead cops. Dead cops, fuck yea!
Line the streets with dead cops