Army of Cops
They want you to fade
Into the background
Don't stand out
All the valleys are being filled
The hills are being chopped down
Get on your knees
You know you want to
Why don't you get on your knees?
Get on your knees
You know you want to
We've become the nation of victimization
Why can't we admit we're hypocrites?
Nobody likes your direction
Yet we don't turn around
Now, could it be that secretly
We like being kept down?
Get on your knees
You know you want to
Why don't you get on your knees?
Get on your knees
You know you want to
Tell me (tell me), where does it stop?
(Where does it stop?)
This tower of law, this army of cops
Why would God create something so weak
Unless he wanted it to suffer?
Wanted it to suffer
Why would God create something so weak
Unless he wanted it to suffer?
Wanted it to suffer
Writer/s: J. R. Hayes, Scott Hull
