Story Behind The Song

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Song Description

True story - I was invaded by the police for no good reason at 2 a.m., who claimed some sort of tip. To this day, I don't know if they had a warrant.

Lyrics

I don't know what this is all about
I don't know if I should scream or shout
I suppose that I could call the cops
If you boys weren't already dressed like them

Now here we are it's 2 o'clock in the morning
Five minutes ago, I was soundly snoring
When you all come busting down my door
And I'm too groggy to even ask if you've got yourselves a warrant

My hands on my head
Your hands in my pockets
Hey there don't you squeeze
My eyes belong in their sockets
Do you call this police procedure
For invading the home of an innocent man?

Pretty soon I'm singin' like a bird
About my rights, no one's spoken a word
Thank God I didn't do it
Whatever it is I supposedly done

My hands on my head
Your hands in my pockets
Hey there don't you squeeze
My eyes belong in their sockets
Do you call this proper procedure
For invading the home of an innocent man?

Well I didn't have the suspect's ankle too
And it didn't hurt I knew the DA in school
As my story unfolded, the cops grew patient
But I can't help thinkin' it'd been worse if I hadn't been caucasian
My hands on my head

Your hands in my pockets
Hey there don't you squeeze
My eyes belong in their sockets
Do you call this proper procedure
For invading the home of an innocent man?
For invading the home of an innocent man?
For invading the home of an innocent man?