21 Guns from Z-Day by The Martyrs

The last shots fired in a crooked cop’s career was a 21-gun salute
And though his wife cried, his death was justified
For the men and women that he’d wrongfully shoot
He’d say that “money is the name of the game in this town”
Only a fool could argue that he was wrong
Said “I can make your life a living hell or
Throw you in a prison cell
So I suggest that you go along”

He played the system well
He saw his bank account swell
And his money did so great in the stocks
But unrest would arise
They’d say “that crooked cop must die”
In the alleyways and neighborhood blocks

21 guns won’t fire for me
'Cuz I’ll never live up to what they think I should be
A flag on my coffin don’t mean anything to me
'Cuz 21 guns won’t make me free

When he didn’t come home from patrol
They found his squad car rolled, on fire,
And no body was found
After a search and a few arrests made
You know they put an empty case in the ground

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