While the killer pleads his case in court,
The thin blue line is one man short.
Now we're one step closer to society's fall;
Another cop's name is engraved on the wall.

At war with itself and at war with it's cops
and we're out there everyday,
cause the battle never stops.
It's not the way it is on TV shows
or like the way we learned in school;
no cool music in the background,
No playing by the rules.

You stand out on the corner
ignoring the insults and the stares,
close to the point of believing,that no-one cares,
When a six year old boy walks over
after watching you for awhile,
reaching out to shake your hand,
On his face, a friendly smile.