Bastard coppers on the street, walking around on the 
beat.
Pissing us off, laying down the law, we'll show them 
when they hit the floor.
Jumped up pricks with CS gas, swinging truncheons in 
their mass.
They are there to bring us down. We'll riot, make them 
look like clowns!

Bastard coppers.

Stopped in the street for being a punk. They raid your 
wallet and smoke your skunk.
Bent as a nine bob as can be, I don't like them, they 
don't like me.
Water cannons, tear gas, bombs. Shutting down the 
protest songs.
The upper class think they're great. Fuck the pigs, 
we'll never be mates.

Bastard coppers.

Fuck the pigs!

Bastard coppers.

Bastard coppers on the street, walking around on the 
beat.
Pissing us off, laying down the law, we'll show them 
when they hit the floor.
Jumped up pricks with CS gas, swinging truncheons in 
their mass.
They are there to bring us down. We'll riot, make them 
look like clowns!

Bastard coppers.