Bastard Coppers Lyrics

Bastard coppers on the street, walking around on the
beat.
Pissing us off, laying down the law, we'll show them
when they hit the floor.
Jumped up pricks with CS gas, swinging truncheons in
their mass.
They are there to bring us down. We'll riot, make them
look like clowns!

Bastard coppers.

Stopped in the street for being a punk. They raid your
wallet and smoke your skunk.
Bent as a nine bob as can be, I don't like them, they
don't like me.
Water cannons, tear gas, bombs. Shutting down the protest songs.
The upper class think they're great. f*ck the pigs,
we'll never be mates.

Bastard coppers.

f*ck the pigs!

Bastard coppers.

Bastard coppers on the street, walking around on the
beat.
Pissing us off, laying down the law, we'll show them
when they hit the floor.
Jumped up pricks with CS gas, swinging truncheons in
their mass.
They are there to bring us down. We'll riot, make them
look like clowns!

Bastard coppers.

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