Sorry Officer
Escape from Judgment: Sorry Officer
Lyrics
You dont know where I've been,
You are unaware of my past experiences.
You dont know what I've seen,
You do not comprehend the things I have witnessed.
Asking where I've been today,
Inquiring about my recent whereabouts.
Sorry Officer, I've gotta run away.
Expressing regret, Officer, I must escape.
Asking for my name,
Asking for my identity, possibly to find a scapegoat.
Just for someone to blame,
Seeking someone to blame, without reason.
What you gonna do?
What actions will you take? You remain uninformed.
You're none the wiser.
You lack understanding. Back away, and I'll astonish you.
Take a step back and I'll surprise ya.
Step back, and I'll surprise you with my actions.
One more thing I'll say before I go..
Before departing, a final message I will convey.
Why's it always me?
Questioning the recurring misfortune befalling me.
You dont know where I've been,
You remain oblivious to my recent journeys.
You have ever seen what I've seen,
You have never witnessed what I have experienced.
What you gonna do?
Your lack of insight leaves you clueless.
You're none the wiser.
Stay ignorant. I'll surprise you if you step back.
Take a step back and I'll fuckin surprise ya.
Step away, and I'll thoroughly astonish you.
One more thing I'll say before I go..
A final statement before my departure.
Why's it always me?
Questioning the constant challenges directed at me.
Oh please...
An expression of frustration or disbelief.
We all walk outside in the pouring rain,
Everyone faces difficulties in the rain, hoping for improvement.
Hoping we'll be ok once again,
Anticipating that things will get better.
Eyes as wet as a broken umbrella,
Eyes filled with tears, akin to a useless umbrella.
We all once lived happily together,
We used to live happily as a community.
But with tears running down his face,
A person with tears sits on the curb, affected by mace.
He's sat on the kerb with a face full of mace,
An hour has passed since a significant event.
It's been an hour since the calling,
Referring to the passage of time since a distressing event.
And forever since, I've watched everyone start falling,
Watching everyone succumb to challenges.
Diving down to touch the bottom,
Descending into despair, trying to understand difficulties.
Trying to grasp hold of every Copper's problem,
Attempting to grasp the complexities faced by law enforcement.
So this is for madness,
Dedicating this to madness and sadness.
This is for sadness,
Reflecting on sorrow and despair.
And this for anyone who's ever wanted happiness.
Dedicating this to anyone seeking happiness.
I ain't no rat and I won't tell,
I won't betray others, and I won't trade my integrity.
Ain't got no price and I won't sell,
I cannot be bought, and I won't compromise.
I'll never tell you where he's gone,
I won't disclose his location, so don't ask.
So you can refrain from calling me son.
Don't address me as your son while making inquiries.
Calling me son?
Reiterating the refusal to be called "son."
Calling me son?
Emphasizing the rejection of a paternal association.
You're not my fucking dad.
Rejecting the notion of a paternal relationship emphatically.
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