Of all the crimes I know
Ther is one I remember and I want to tell
Killed by policemen
This poor boy was born
In a sinister street, he didn't know what's happiness
Killed by policemen
He was slowly
Dying alone on the street
Among the crowd and the darkness
Killed by policemen
He was not my fellow
Just sometimes I saw him, he could be one of my good friends
Killed by policemen
When he was only four
Alone in the city, he had to steel a piece of bread
Killed by policemen
He could not find a job
And he had no money, he wanted to rob a cashier's desk
Killed by policemen
One evening I just saw
A bleeding body holding a few bank-notes, he fell
Killed by policemen
(c) 1997 Vincent North / Soundshine Music Inc
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