Hang the police under his shotgun,

Hang the police before we are all murdered.

The radio plays the bad news in this morning,

I feel that the blue hands are touching my lips.

I' m thinking of my future, it seems so difficult to me,

And I' m watching TV, it shows the distance between

You and me.

Oh, don't be crying.

Hang the police under his shotgun,

Hang the police before we are all murdered

Don't be crying

You'd better run and run and run down the dirty town,

Don't be sad

That old and poor and angry man,

That could be me ,that could be me