Dalloy Polizei

I've played a lot of places, and I'll play them all again

And everywhere I go I hear the same old thing again

Somebody dies in police custody

Soon there are questions from the family

At first the situation makes the lawmen look so filthy

But they investigate themselves

And it turns out that they're not guilty

Hey, hey, Dalloy Polizei!

It means the same thing now as yesterday

Out of your houses, into the streets

Everybody say, "Fuck the police!"

Let's go!

Ian Bush's family didn't know he was a killer

When Constable Koester picked him up for an open can of Miller

The video at the station house, it somehow got erased

But the bull was there so we can know exactly what took place

The boy jumped on his back, but the cop was quick instead

He reached around and shot him, right in the back of the head

Constable Koester would not demonstrate just how this thing was done

If you think that it's impossible, then the coroner's not alone

Well, hey, hey, Dalloy Polizei!

It means the same thing now as yesterday

Out of your houses, into the streets

Everybody say, "Fuck the police!"

D.D!

There must be something magic down in the holding cells

'Cause there's stuff that happens there

That just don't happen nowhere else

Healthy people dying from a sudden heart attack

Men who hang themselves with their hands tied behind their back

There's lots of good and brave police, it must be true, I guess

It's brave to work with a murderer sipping coffee by your desk

Well hey, hey, Dalloy Polizei!

It means the same thing now as yesterday

Hey, hey, Dalloy Polizei!

It means the same thing now as yesterday

Out of your houses, into the streets

Everybody say, "Fuck the police!"