歌词
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 be me
Hang the police under his shotgun,
Hang the police before we are all murdered.
Hang the police Hang the police...