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Album: The Good The Bad & The 4 Skins (1982)

Hangin 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

Acab acab acab
All cops are bastards

Coppers come up & 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

Acab acab acab
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

Acab acab acab
All cops are bastards