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 Lyrics: 
 There's a policman in meA real animal
 I'm the angry young soldier ripping sofas in Belfast
 I'm the thug on the street
 And I mug whom I meet
 I'm so misunderstood and yes if I could there'd be a gun in my hand
 If you don't understand
 I'll shoot you cold where you stood
 And they'll drop your blood
 
 You'll never be stopped
 Be a policeman in England
 And if you do just tell them who your father is
 And don't despair
 
 They only hate you for what you wear
 And if they beat you in the dark room remember that you're English
 And there's someone who cares
 Let's hope there's profit to share
 With the churches around us
 They can't crucify you cause it's
 Been done before
 
 Imigrants training to be citizens
 Let's hope they bury their past as they were burried as victims
 Take this shovel now at you
 
 Worship our Royalty
 You're in England a soldier
 A working man's pillar
 Celebrate in our lies
 
 Adore your children
 You're a beggar, a vulture, a king
 On a mountain
 So don't be afraid
 
 
		
		
	
 
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