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?