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You stand there with your hands in your pockets Fuck the police they ain’t gonna stop You know, you know, you know yeah you know That they’re all watching you When you’re hanging upside down Well it looks like you’re smiling but you’re wearing a frown Cos you know, you know, you know yeah you know That they’re all watching you So they'll cut you down, and before you turn around You get up on Monday morning Yeah you got a tattoo Cos life’s so boring You know, you know, you know yeah you know That they’re all watching you When you try way to hard So you max out your credit card in the store Cos you always wanting more, cos your always wanting more So they cut you down, and before you turn around Well pockets of poison on you, well they’re black like tar They’ll cut you down, and before you turn around Pockets of poison on you, well they’re black like tar