Cops the same everywhere, they don't care, got a job to do,nWhat you gonna do when they come for you?nCops the same everywhere, they don't care, got a job to do,nWhat you gonna do when they come for you?nnIn barcelona, I was playing my guitar nPolicia took it from me, said to pick it up tomorrownsaid the fee for my crime is 150 EuronIf I wanted it back I got to cough up the dineronI told him that I'd rather chalk it up to bad lucknhe said do what you want amigo, we don't give a fucknWe caught you on the camera, sent a message on the radionI told him, lo siento, muy sinceronBut no deal, and my guitar they did stealnIn Barcelona, home of Dali, home of the surrealnnCops the same everywhere, they don't care, got a job to do,nWhat you gonna do when they come for you?nCops the same everywhere, they don't care, got a job to do,nWhat you gonna do when they come for you?nnNo sleep and I'm still here sitting in the same placenGot a ticket, by the love, and the grace of godnGonna escape this prison that I'm sitting innI've got my headphones on and I'm listeningnThe only sound that I really want to hear right now nIs the roar of the train rolling up and down the tracknNever want to come back unless I'm playing a shownAnd I'll come back to get the guitar that they stolennCops the same everywhere, they don't care, got a job to do,nWhat you gonna do when they come for you?nCops the same everywhere, they don't care, got a job to do,nWhat you gonna do when they come for you?nnCold ground was my bed last nightnKept my baby warm just by holding her tight, stillnGoose bumps on her shoulders, telling me that it doesn't help to hold hernSo we moved inside when they opened up the stationnSeguridad kept pacing and pacingnShaking my body until I started waking up,nAnd when I finally get some peace and restnWake to find that the train has leftnAnd my mind is so confused right now, I need just one good spliffnWake to find that the train has leftnAnd my mind is so confused right now, I need just one good spliffnnn