We'll sing and dance in paradise There are no cops in paradise We'll sing and dance in paradise There are no cops in paradise The man in black With a badge on his hat When push comes to shove There's a gun in his hand It's hard to see a life form In a crumbling heart of stone No justice in that badge The fault will never be his own A freeman danced He made his way down town Armed with a picket sign They beat him to the ground He begged them all to stop His words were choked away Protect and Serve The laws they choose when to obey I want to hear you scream at the top of your lungs These pigs are cops, not food Can't you tell Can't you tell by the gun We'll sing and dance in paradise There are no cops in paradise We'll sing and dance in paradise There are no cops in paradise See them on the silent corners And they're outside of your home Waiting for a chance to cross the line This never ending show Pigs, they beat you in the shadows Not for some fear of the light But because it gives them power Hiding from the prying eyes A freeman danced He made his way down town Armed with a picket sign They beat him to the ground He begged them all to stop His words were choked away Protect and Serve The laws they choose when to obey