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Текст: Morrissey. Swords. Ganglord.

Ganglord, the police are
Kicking their way into my house
And haunting me, taunting me
Wanting me to break their laws

Ganglord, the police are
Kicking their way into my house
And haunting me, taunting me
Wanting me to break their laws

And I'm turning to you
To save me
And I'm turning to you
To save me

Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns

Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns

And I'm turning to you
To save me
And I'm turning to you
To save me, save me, save me, save me
To save me, save me
To save me, save me, save me, save me, save me
To save me

Gandlord, there's a clock on the wall
Making fun of us all
Ganglord, the clock on the wall
Makes a joke of us all

And I'm turning to you
To save me
And I'm turning to you
To save me, save me, save me, save me, save me
To save me, save me
To save me, save me, save me, save me, save me
To save me

Ganglord, remember
The police can always be bribed
Ganglord, remember
The police can always be bribed

They say, 'To protect and to serve'
But what they really mean to say is
Get back to the ghetto, the ghetto
Get back to the ghetto, the ghetto
Get yourself back to the ghetto, the ghetto
Get yourself back to the ghetto, the ghetto
Get yourself back to the ghetto