[ Featuring the Wilburs ]
Rotting apples
It's time to throw out the batch
And grow a new tree
In the land of the free
Protect and serve
Yeah right
Protect and serve one of your own
When they beat and kill one of ours
Rotting apples
Rotting apples
Goose-stepping on patrol
Treating everyone as suspects
Doling out your perverted justice
You're all prepared for war
So don't get pissed when get what for
Rotting apples
Rotting apples
A few bad apples
Spoiling the bunch
Because the rest let the disease spread
Now any sense of law is dead
Just thugs with a badge
Rotting apples
Rotting apples
Rotting apples
I don't care if I cross the thin blue line
Rotting apples
Throw 'em out
