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Take your hands off me!
04:24
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However low anybody could sink, they’ll never sink as low as... The level of the police!...
Hands behind my back, kidnapped by the police.
Cuffs cutting in my wrist, said they don’t give a shit.
Take your heavy hands off, and I’ll walk calm,
They said fuck you kid and dragged me to the car.
Stationed in the back for, a few long hours, and I,
Made a bit of noise and, they pulled me out of it.
Stood on my head, I had a mark to prove it.
Tried to stick in a complaint, they said err...
"no we didn’t do it"
Take your hands off me!
Don’t you stop when I’m walking down the street.
Reason with me like a human being,
You just love to have a dig!
Take your filthy fucking, cop hands OFF ME!
And it just angers me,
knowing that you’re walking our streets.
Pointing your finger in every problem,
Just to get that promotion!
You will do what I say or ill use my power over you.
I’ll take you to the station and strip search you.
I hear your miss’s is outside, we'll have her in too,
Follow my order or i'll make this hard for you...
Take your fucking hands off me!
Don’t you stop when I’m walking down the street!
You selfish dirty pig, you just love to have a dig!
Take your filthy fucking cop hands OFF ME!
Who's streets?...
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Somebody else.
02:57
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He makes out that he’s somebody else,
Flat cap, baggy T, And a pocket full cheap weed... Yeah!
He got a swollen face coz his girlfriend nutted him in the nose,
I feel so embarrassed for him now...
He’ll steal your beer at a party and then try it on with every girl.
But high up in his own world, he’s the coolest cat around.
His luck is running out as he smokes away the last of his hope.
I feel so embarrassed for him now...
But a long time, long long ago, he used to be a straighter guy.
Before he sat at home, every night and got so stoned.
High... Baked... he called it what he liked.
Now he’s a brainless moron, which I no long like.
But a long time, long long ago, he used to be a straighter guy.
Before he sat at home, every night and got so stoned.
long time, long long ago, he used to be a straighter guy.
Before he sat at home, every night and got so stoned.
High... Baked... he called it what he liked.
Now he’s a brainless moron, which I no long like.
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I’m tired of having no money,
And I’m tired of getting now where,
I’m tired of signing on every Wednesday,
there’s nothing here...
And I’m sick of how I’m treated,
Because I wanna get back in to work,
But were paying for a mistake, which we're,
not liable for...
Take your hundred grand pay check,
And take yourself rite bonuses,
Take you pisstaking expenses,
along with your greedy smirk...
And fuck you and family,
Because you, your time will come,
You and your kind have enraged a lot of people that, you claim to run...
Not my debts, we’re not in this together,
Growing public anger against the tax avoider!
Multi-national corporations, wealthy individuals,
leaving it to us to clear up the pieces!
So how long will it take?
Till you completely fuck us over,
Will poor families lay in hunger while war,
breaks across the country...
Taking action to streets,
Because you seem incapable to ever achieve,
Cutting at this, stop funding that, the real problems are on the committee...
Not my debts, we’re not in this together,
Growing public anger against the tax avoider!
Multi-national corporations, wealthy individuals leaving it to us to clear up the pieces!
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Undercover dogg.
03:04
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We all saw you sniffing around,
Sniffing around...
We just thought you were a friendly hound...
Friendly hound...
We all thought you were our canine friend,
We didn’t think this night would end,
We all thought you were our canine friend,
But actually you were an undercover dog...
(Harmonies)
We were all sitting, sitting down enjoying our weed,
Just hanging back, just hanging back...
Punks picnic evening!
Then came a shifty dog, with no colour, nor no name,
He just strolled around, but kept his eyes on us... us... us... us... WHHhhoooo...!!!
We all thought you were a friendly hound,
(friendly hound)
We didn’t think this would be the way this night would end, (night would end...)
We all thought you were a friendly hound,
(friendly hound)
But actually you were undercover... undercover dog!
(Harmonies and oi’s)
Chilling around upstairs, in the squat down the road,
When there’s a knock at the door,
It’s the police and how did they know we were here, HOW DID THEY KNOW WE’RE HERE!
They want us out, they want us out, and their caving in the door,
But oh no they have broken in and their pulling us out on the floor,
After finally reaching the outside guess who was sitting there?... THE UNDERCOVER DOG
(Harmonies and oi’s and UNDERCOVER DOGG)
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