"Rough Ride" performed by Eliot Bronson

8am in the morning three policemen on their bikes
Lookin for anything they didn’t think seemed right
Freddie wasn’t carrying nothin but a pocket knife
But they dragged him to the van, threw him inside

Said, “Give him a
Rough Ride
Give him a
Rough Ride
Give him a
Rough Ride tonight.”

Everybody knows there’s no hope on this side of town
The rich get richer and the poor, they just get drowned
They ain’t gonna listen unless it’s burnin to the ground
If you think the people gonna take this sitting down

Now, you’re in for a
Rough Ride
In for a
Rough Ride
In for a
Rough Ride tonight

You’re in for a
Rough Ride
In for a
Rough Ride
In for a
Rough Ride tonight

Face down in the back shackled by his hands and feet
When they stopped the wagon Freddie begged them “will you help me please?”
Officer Porter pulled Freddie up to his seat
When they stopped again Freddie wasn’t breathin

It ain’t getting better, there’s no ladder to climb up
People on the top trying to chop off the bottom rungs
And they’re using the police to keep the lid tight on
Ain’t nobody gonna be sailing off into the sun, none

We’re in for a
Rough Ride
In for a
Rough Ride
We’re in for a
Rough Ride tonight

We’re in for a
Rough Ride
A Rough Ride
We’re in for a
Rough Ride tonight