There's a policman in me,
I'm the angry young soldier ripping sofas in Belfast
I'm the thug on the street,
I'm so misunderstood and yes if I could there'd be a gun in my hand
I'll shoot you cold where you stood,
And they'll drop your blood
Be a policeman in England
And if you do just tell them who your father is,
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
Imigrants training to be citizens
Let's hope they bury their past as they were burried as victims
Take this shovel now at you
You're in England a soldier
You're a beggar, a vulture, a king
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