Lock up the addicts; lock up the drunks;
Lock 'em all up til they're two to a bunk!
Put 'em in tents; make 'em sleep on the floor;
Lock 'em all up, and then lock up some more!
Lock up the dealers; take what they've got;
Lock up the immigrants, legal or not;
Lock up the victims of victimless crimes;
They hurt themselves! Make 'em do time!
Let go the murderers, rapists and thieves;
We don't have room for folks such as these;
Let go the ones with the means to fight back;
Lock up the young, the poor and the black;
Stockpile some surplus weapons of war;
No need to explain what we need them for;
The motto we paint on our cars is quite clear --
"To serve" our own interests, "protect" our careers.
So build some more prisons; raise a new tax;
Warriors like us can never relax!
The Land of the Free has been free way too long;
Step up to the plate, now, we gotta be strong!
Freedom's for sissies, and sissies we hate;
Lock 'em all up now, before it's too late!
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