Law Is For Protection Of The People
Billy Dalton staggered on the sidewalk someone said he stumbled and he fell
Six squad cars came screamin' to the rescue hauled old Billy Dalton off to jail
Cause the law is for protection of the people rules're rules and any fool can see
We don't need no drunks like Billy Dalton scaring decent folks like you and me no siree
Homar Lee was nothing but a hippie walkin' through this world without a care
Then one day six strapping brave policemen held down Homar Lee and cut his hair
Cause the law is for protection of the people rules're rules and any fool can see
We don't need no hairy headed hippies scaring decent folks like you and me no siree
Oh so thank your lucky stars we've got protection
Walk the line and never mind the cost
And no wonder who them lawmen were protecting
When they nailed the Saviour to the cross
Cause the law is for protection of the people
Rules're rules and any fool can see
We don't need no riddle speaking prophets
Scaring decent folks like you and me no siree
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