Ganglord, the police are Kicking their way into my house And haunting me, taunting me Wanting me to break their laws
Ganglord, the police are Kicking their way into my house And haunting me, taunting me Wanting me to break their laws
And I'm turning to you Oh to save me And I'm turning to you Oh to save me
Ganglord, the police are Grinding me into the ground The headless pack are back Small boy jokes and loaded guns
Ganglord, the police are Grinding me into the ground The headless pack are back Small boy jokes and loaded guns
And I'm turning to you, to save me And I'm turning to you Oh, to save me! Save me To save me, save me, to save me!
Gandlord, there's a clock on the wall Making fun of us all
Ganglord, there's a clock on the wall And it makes a joke of us all
And I'm turning to you, to save me And I'm turning to you, to save me, save me To save me, save me, to save me!
Ganglord, remember The police can always be bribed
Ganglord, remember The police can always be bribed
They say 'to protect and to serve' But what they really want to say is: "Get back to the ghetto! The ghetto! Get yourself back to the ghetto! The ghetto! The ghetto! Get yourself back to the ghetto! The ghetto! The ghetto!"
Compositores: Alain Gordon Whyte (Alain Whyte) (PRS), Steven Morrisey (BMI)Editores: Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B V (BUMA), Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #1923929 em 11/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM