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   © 1997 Vincent North / Soundshine Music Inc.