I just can't take much more of this oppression I’m going out of my head and it's getting that impression I cannot go out for a walk, I cannot sit down and have a talk. They're asking me how, and they’re asking me why, Have you ever seen grown man cry?
Really find it hard even walking round the streets Hey I know you son, I'll knock you off your feet Same number a million times before, Shut your mouth son or I'll knock you on the floor
I just can't take much more of this oppression I’m going out of my head and it's getting that impression I cannot go out for a walk, I cannot sit down and have a talk. They're asking me how, and they’re asking me why, Have you ever seen grown man cry?
Lying in the cells is really no fun Cutting the bricks, learning some tricks Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies Is being different really a crime?
Police, police, police oppression Police, police, police oppression Police, police, police, police, policeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
