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Sound of the police. Oi oi, big up to the underground, |
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Another chance to dance in the sun, move out to the renegade sound. |
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Sound system 20k, no one for miles away |
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But they won't fucking let us stay, and they say go away. |
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Here come the dibble playing piggy in the middle of nowhere |
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But still they come out there. (Move out of my way.) |
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They're causing problems when I recognise one of them |
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From my school and then he starts to say... |
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Oi oi, I didn't want to be like this but sorry mate |
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You know that this is just the way it is. |
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Back in school you were the first to be the front of the fight, |
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man we got stoned every night, |
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You know we used to be tight but I don't recognise |
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Babylon in front of me, talking about this, oh no no no, |
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I haven't changed in a bit... |
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You know those hippies want to take the piss, |
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I kiss the scruffy fuckers on the head with this. |
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It's a dirty job that someone's got to do and it comes down to me. |
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Whoop whoop, and that's the sound of the police. |
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Piggy in the middle. |
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Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop. |
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I'm drawing a line |
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And you're no friend of mine. |
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Piggy in the middle. |
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Watch the piggy in the middle. |
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No you aren't no friend of mine. |
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When we were little playing piggy in the middle |
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In the park until the sun went down. (Back in the day.) |
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Now you're on horses as your regiment enforces |
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All the laws at which we used to frown. |
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You say well this is just the way it is, they're pissed |
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I push them to the ground and bend their wrists. |
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It's the dirty job that someone's got to do and it comes down to me. |
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Whoop whoop, and that's the sound of the police. |
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Piggy in the middle. |
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Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop. |
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I'm drawing a line |
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And you're no friend of mine. |
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Piggy in the middle. |
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Watch the piggy in the middle. |
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No you aren't no friend of mine. |
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So you see, Mr. Officer |
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How I've tried to see, from your point of view. |
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But your eyes I don't recognise, |
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It's not what you do, it's what it's done to you. |
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You see a world, etched in black and white. |
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You see a world, ready for a fight. |
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No we can't, be the same tonight |
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So I'll speak my piece. |
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So Mr. Officer no show me producer, |
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You only talking like my friend because I knew you. |
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For every copper to serve and protect me |
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There's always one like you to fucking contest me. No. |
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And you should know if the push becomes a shove |
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I know exactly where I stand now that you're a part of |
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Everything you said you'd never be. |
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And that's the sound of the police. |
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Piggy in the middle. |
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Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop. |
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I'm drawing a line |
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And you're no friend of mine. |
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Piggy in the middle. |
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Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop. |
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So show me a sign, |
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Where do you draw the line? |
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Piggy in the middle. |
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Watch the piggy in the middle. |
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No you aren't no friend... |
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No you aren't no friend of mine. |
