Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
The Oppressed
The Oppressed
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Gary Hodges
Gary Hodges
Composição
John Jacobs
John Jacobs
Composição
Steve Pear
Steve Pear
Composição
Tom McCourt
Tom McCourt
Composição

Letra

Walking around with my mates one night
We got in a little fight
Geezer coming at me with a knife in his fist
I gots cut along the wrist
A.C.A.B.​
A.C.A.B.​
A.C.A.B.​
All coppers are bastards
Had to go to court to plead my case
Judge didn't like the look of my face
He said "I'm gonna put you away"
Last thing that I had to say, I said
"A.C.A.B.​
A.C.A.B.​
A.C.A.B.​
All coppers are bastards"
Don't got much to say to you
Now you'll see what we 'gon do
Next thingI was put in a cell
All my mates in here as well
A.C.A.B.​
A.C.A.B.​
A.C.A.B.​
All coppers are bastards
A.C.A.B.​
A.C.A.B.​
A.C.A.B.​
All coppers are bastards
A.C.A.B.​
A.C.A.B.​
A.C.A.B.​
All coppers are bastards
Written by: Gary Hodges, John Jacobs, Steve Pear, Tom McCourt
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