It's the week before Christmas, and all through the land People are silent; not taking a stand. I'm doing my best to find someone who cares; I don't think that anyone's listening out there. Our children are growing up, learning to fear; They hide behind beds when policemen are near. No visions of sugarplums dance to delight The victims of drug cops who come in the night. Right jolly old elves who kick down your door; Enforcing the peace with their weapons of war. Battering rams and percussion grenades; Protecting the public with deadly drug raids. Lawmen who promise to serve and protect; Serve only themselves and save their own necks. You'll more likely run into Santa some night Than policemen who care about what's wrong or right. So tonight as you're sipping your brandied eggnog, And toasting your toes on a cheery Yule log, Think about Christmas, as Christmas should be, And stand up for peace in the Land of the Free.