Daloy Polizei

I've played a lot of places
And I'll play them all again
And everywhere I go I hear
The same old thing again
Somebody dies in police custody
Soon there are questions from the family
At first, the situation makes
The lawmen look so filthy
But they investigate themselves
And it turns out that they're not guilty

Hey, hey, Daloy Polizei
Means the same thing now as yesterday
Out of your houses, into the streets
Everybody say, "Fuck the police!"

Ian Bush's family didn't know
He was a killer
When Constable Koestler took him
In for an open can of "Miller"
The video at the station house
It somehow got erased
But the bull was there so we can know
Exactly what took place

The boy jumped on his back
But the cop was quick instead,
He reached around and shot him
Right in the back of the head.
Constable Koestler would not demonstrate
Just how this thing was done.
If you think that it's impossible
Then the coroner's not alone

Hey, hey, Daloy Polizei
Means the same thing now as yesterday
Out of your houses, into the streets
Everybody say, "Fuck the police!"

There must be something magic
Down in the holding cells
Cause there's stuff that happens there
That just don't happen nowhere else
Healthy people dying from
A sudden heart attack
Men who hang themselves with
Their hands tied behind their back
There's lots of good and brave police
It must be true, I guess
It's brave to work with a murderer
Sipping coffee by your desk

Hey, hey, Daloy Polizei
Means the same thing now as yesterday
Out of your houses, into the streets
Everybody say, "Fuck the police!"