Hang the police under his shotgun
Hang the police before we are all murdered
The radio plays the bad news in this morning
I feel that the blue hands are touching my lips
I' m thinking of my future, it seems so difficult to me
And I' m watching TV, it shows the distance between
You and me
Oh, don't be crying
Hang the police under his shotgun
Hang the police before we are all murdered
Don't be crying
You'd better run and run and run down the dirty town
Don't be sad
That old and poor and angry man
That could be me ,that could bе me
Hang the police under his shotgun
Hang the police before we are all murdered