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Texty: The 4-Skins. Otras Canciones. A.c.a.b..

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Hanging 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

A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B.
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

A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B.
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

A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B.
All cops are bastards