Rubber Bullets

I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail
Well the band were playing
And the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at precinct 49
Having to kick ass all the time
Sergeant baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up load up load up with rubber bullets
Load up load up load up with rubber bullets
I love to hear those convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancing at the local county jail
Sergeant baker and his men made a bee line for the jail
And for miles around
You could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor going round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it whatcha gonna do
Sergeant baker started talking
With a bullhorn in his hand
Bullhorn in his hand
Bullhorn in his hand
He was cool he was clear
He was always in command
Always in command
Always in command
He said blood will flow
Here padre
Padre you talk to your boys
Trust in me
God will come to set you free
Well we don't understand
Why you called in the national guard national guard
The national guard
When uncle sam is the one
Who belongs in the exercise yard exercise yard
The exercise yard
We all got balls and brains
But some's got balls and chains
At the local dance at the local county jail
Load up load up load up with rubber bullets
Load up load up load up with rubber bullets
Is it really such a crime
For a guy to spend his time
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it whatcha gonna do