Song About The Police

You were stood on the side of the road After they kicked everyone out You started to shout Looking for something to settle your stomach A little waved after shredding the summit That’s when it all kicked off Just ‘cos he looked at you wrong “You what? Come on then!” You’re pushing and shoving Flashing lights and we all start running Next thing you know, he’s got your head through the door “What was that for? I didn’t have anything to do with it” “What a load of shit, mate, you’re nicked” What’s your mum gonna say? All of that fuss ‘cos he looked at you the wrong way But we hopped the fence ‘cos Fuck helping you out right now I’m sure it will all work itself out In the morning We’re only having a laugh Didn’t mean to kick up all of the fuss So settle the dust Lined up outside of the inn Talking a lot, not saying a thing Stop being so aggressive, lad ‘Cos the boys in blue look pretty mad You’re gonna say something You don’t wanna say when they’re listening You’re wound up And they just won’t listen to a Single reason you have given And you’re all torn out But you’re writing it down Then look at the ground Then looking around To make a run for it Asking the score Talking to you is becoming a chore I’m pretty sure this will all work out When I see you come around In the morning All kicks off Shut the fuck up A line that you crossed And you bet on luck And you can’t talk your way out Oh, you say “Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that” What a prick Got away with it And you can’t come down from the high that it gives And you can’t talk your way out Oh, you say “Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that” All kicks off Shut the fuck up A line that you crossed And you bet on luck And you can’t talk your way out Oh, you say “Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that” What a prick Got away with it And you can’t come down from the high that it gives And you can’t talk your way out Oh, you say “Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that” All kicks off Shut the fuck up A line that you crossed And you bet on luck And you can’t talk your way out Oh, you say “Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that” What a prick Got away with it And you can’t come down from the high that it gives And you can’t talk your way out Oh, you say “Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, sorry ‘bout that”