The Pope Of Chili-Town by The Broadways Lyrics

Stormy seas closing in
American society will never be the same again
Do you remember what it means to be free?
Do you remember when theft was the only threat to private property?

Now the cops are stormtroopers on parade
SWAT team nazi repo men, machine guns and grenades
Martial law is coming in time
Seizure of your home, they need not charge you with a crime

How can Americans feel safe
When police authority runs virtually unchecked?
And how can a human being ignore
Legislation that signals the cops declaring war

On the private citizen
There's a bill being discussed right now that would let the army in
To the interior of our country, and you know where we'd be then?
Our every move observed by uniformed militia men

Machine guns on every corner
And an unbridled state of martial law
It's a little too late to write your congressman
Justice for and by the people is long gone
And you can smile dumbly about the rights that you still have
But you're living in a dream
With your TV, watching Jenny Jones, and your fridge filled up with beer
And you'll never even hear your neighbor's scream

Until it's you
Until it's you