Sencillo / Pista

Rubber Bullets

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I went to a party at the local county jail

All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail

But the guys were indiscreet

They were brawling in the street

At the local dance at the local county jail

Well, the band were playing and the booze began to flow

But the sound came over on the police car radio

Down at Precinct 49

Having a tear-gas of a time

Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail

Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets

(I love to hear those convicts squeal)

(It's a shame these slugs ain't real)

But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail

Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail

And for miles around

You could hear the sirens wail

There's a rumour goin' round death row

That a fuse is gonna blow

At the local hop at the local county jail

(Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)

Sergeant Baker started talkin' with a bullhorn in his hand (bullhorn in his hand, bullhorn in his hand)

He was cool, he was clear he was always in command (always in command, always in command)

He said, "Blood will flow

Here Padre - Padre you talk to your boys"

"Trust in me

God will come to set you free"

Well, we don't understand why you called in the National Guard

(The National Guard, the National Guard)

When Uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard

(The exercise yard, the exercise yard)

We all got balls and brains

But some's got balls and chains

At the local dance at the local county jail

Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets

(Is it really such a crime)

(For a guy to spend his time?)

At the local dance at the local county jail

(Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do?)