I was driving alone one night in Garden City
The judge and cops were crooked as Frank Nitti*
As racketeers and closet queers they put the Mob to shame
And a C-Note bill from a poor man's till was to them a laughing game

Where every move you make's a violation
And a cop lurks in each bush to write citations
"Contempt of Court" the judge would snort if some poor fool complained
And an honest man didn't stand a chance as his bank account was drained

Then one night while they count their weekly taking
A bottle through the window pane came breaking
And heaven help those bastards as they run to dodge the flames
When the victim strikes back it's his turn to laugh at their hick town shakedown game

Of the root of all that's evil, they say cash is
All that's left is a pile of smoking ashes
Some times you push, you meet someone who pushes back the same
When the tables are turned you could get burned playing hick town shakedown games

Hick town shakedown games