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Rubber Bullets - Top of the Poppers
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 to kick-a** all the time

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

Load up load up load up
With rubber bullets

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 rumor 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

He was cool he was clear
He was 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

When Uncle Sam is the one
Who belongs in 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

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

At the local dance at the local county jail

Whatcha gonna do about it
Whatcha gonna do