[Intro – shouted] THE USUAL SUSPECTS! You know the names. You know the faces. You don’t need facts — Just familiar traces. [Verse 1] It's always THEM, right? The ones with the hoodies, The ones with the slang, The ones who walk wrong, Look wrong, live wrong — Bang. [Chorus – screamed] THE USUAL SUSPECTS! Line 'em up! Point your fingers, pour your cup! Blame the broke, blame the black, Blame the brown — push 'em back! THE USUAL SUSPECTS! You got your list! You don't want truth — just someone to twist! [Verse 2] Those people — The loudmouths, the punks, The immigrants, the “thugs,” The ones in your nightmares, The ones on your drugs. The dancers, the fighters, the protest sign writers, The ones who don’t kneel — Or the ones who kneel tighter. [Break – distorted voice] You don’t need a trial, You don’t need a name. You just need a scapegoat To carry your shame. [Chorus – repeated, shouted with backup gang vocals] THE USUAL SUSPECTS! Every damn time! Guilt by color, by class, by design! THE USUAL SUSPECTS! Same old song! Doesn’t matter if they did it — they just look wrong! [Bridge – half-spoken, venomous] You lock up the poor, but bail out the banks You raid the streets, but kiss the tanks You throw books at the kids, but none at the priests You call it justice — I call it a feast And the main course? You guessed it — THE USUAL SUSPECTS [Final Chorus – explosive, screamed] THE USUAL SUSPECTS! Bleed ‘em dry! Same targets ‘til the day we die! THE USUAL SUSPECTS! We know the score — You made the cage, now beg for war! [Outro – whispered] And when it all burns, You’ll still say: “It must’ve been… The usual suspects.”
