Lyrics of Abner louima v. gov. pete wilson

Get down, turn around,
Skinny boy is on his knees;
And i can't figure out
What i need to do to please you.

There's a man in brooklyn
Who police are messing up 'til dawn,
While the man in california gives them semi-automatic guns.

And we can't even function
When we're not in a band.

I'm not eating well (as if i didn't have the time),
And i don't do pharmaceuticals, so i got no excuse for the crime,

But they're eating them in brooklyn
And the hot california sun,
When police in california get their semi-automatic guns.

And how many rounds will they get off
Before you get up your hands?

Oh, we can't even function
When we're not in a band.