The 4-Skins - 8. A.C.A.B. | Текст песни

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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

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