Conflict - Force Or Service

A quiet sunny day, the scene is suburban Not much going off, in fact it’s a boring one Ready and waiting in Bristol fashion For my radio to bleep and I will jump into action PC Caring’s off duty for a while A right prat he is, always helpful and a smile Nineteen, well hard, DM’s and truncheon Headcase ’ere and I’ve got some lunch ’Headcase’ fuck me there goes me radio It must be a riot if they’re calling for backup I’m at the scene Sarge, what’s going down? There’s a darkie in defiance, get that nigger off me, kill ’im Don’t do it in the open, kick his teeth in later I thought I’d taught you police operations Take him away out the eyes of the media Then kill the bastard kill ’im Make sure you don’t bruise him Oh, doesn’t matter you won’t see the bruises anyway He’s in the van, pile in everyone, c’mon, c’mon That’s it lads Ha, ha, ha, I love it, let me have him Let me kill him, yeah, nice one lads Now if you wanna get overtime, you better take my advice Promotion or demotion? Just never step out of line You want to make sure? Sure we can discuss a price But keep it shut, keep the image nice We nick the unemployed, for they are just lazy Scrounging off us taxpayers, it must be crazy Join the force and give a helping hand Because the rules of the force are the laws of the land (Police Policy) The CND are communists, we’re sick of petty pacifists, Greenham dykes, Trotskyites, Greenpeace and the rest of it Rioters, muggers, looters, shooters, niggers are the cause of it Repatriation for the nation, the simple way to deal with shit Rastas, punks, mods and hippies, students, queers and dirty pakis Demanding more than nothing less, but never want to work for it Miners, printers, paddies, pickets, givin’ it all the demo bit We’ll smash them back with our attack, because we’re the guys to deal with it You’re here to serve? Protect the nation? Stop all the foreigners’ illegal immigration You help old ladies across the road Even if she has got a face like a toad You re-assure, protect the rich from the poor To hell with muggings, rapists and the whores Maintain law and order, keep the public at large The police is your profession: that’s right, eh Sarge?