We're the Only Ones Getting You All Choked Up Enough

I can't breathe. I can't breathe. [Watch and Read]

Well, jeez, being accused of selling unlicensed cigarettes, why the surprise?

I see our old pal Liberty-Lynchin' Patrick of the Patrolmen's Benevolent Association-- and talk about your Orwellian oxymorons -- is "pleased."

Well  no wonder:

The guy lifted several fingers.

Suddenly, these lyrics take on new meaning:

Bad boys, bad boys

What'cha gonna do?

What'cha gonna do when they come for you?

I wonder if they ever think about that.