Hanging around with my mates one night
We got in a little fight
Geezer come with a knife in his fist
I got cut along with the wrist said
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All cops are bastards
I had a court date to plead my case
They had delight at the look in my face
They said we're gonna put you away
I said all I had to say
Coppers come up and say what's the matter with you?
Now they see what we can do
Next thing I knew I was in a cell
All my mates are in there as well
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