Detective Inspector

I saw you at the cafe today
I wish I had a bat
Your plump, purple face
Would make nice practice

Do you think you know me?
Had I stopped
To look
You have no clue

Sprawled out on the chair
Like a prick
Too good for posture
And for me and mine

Order your coffee
He's Italian
Spit on his shoes
Why is it him and not you?

Are you your nation?
Pious and proud
Shitting in your bed
And blaming the slaves

Liberation has let you down
Freedom is nothing
But a chance to fail
So pass it around

Speak slowly you say
But I say it to you
I understand
Kill theirs because yours is dead

Strangle the strangers
Like me
Cut them out
They are the danger

I'll keep walking
I don't have a bat
But you do
I see it coming

My blood is clear
Salty and smooth
But it's not for you
It's for the sheep that you shear