Hang the police under his shotgun
 Hang the police before we are all murdered
 The radio plays the bad news in this morning
 I feel that the blue hands are touching my lips
 I' m thinking of my future, it seems so difficult to me
 And I' m watching TV, it shows the distance between
 You and me
 Oh, don't be crying
 Hang the police under his shotgun
 Hang the police before we are all murdered
 Don't be crying
 You'd better run and run and run down the dirty town
 Don't be sad
 That old and poor and angry man
 That could be me ,that could bе me
 Hang the police under his shotgun
 Hang the police before we are all murdered