The 4-Skins
a c a b live
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Hanging around with my mates one night
We got in a little fight
Geezer come with a knife in his fist
I got cut along with the wrist said
A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B.
All cops are bastards
Coppers come up & say what's the matter with you?
Now they see what we can do
Next thing I knew I was in a cell
All my mates are in there as well
A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B.
All cops are bastards
I had a court date to plead my case
They had delight at the look in my face
They said we're gonna put you away
I said all I had to say
A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B.
All cops are bastards
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- From Chaos To 1984
- Compilation
- The Best of the 4-Skins
- A Few 4-Skins More, Volume 1
- Strength Thru Oi!
- 100% British Oi!
- A Fistful of 4 Skins
- Oi! The Album
- Clockwork Skinhead
- Singles and Rarities
- Singalong-A 4-Skins
- Ska-Ville U.K.
- The Entire History of Punk
- Cops Make Good Targets
- Punk & Nasty
- The Good, the Bad & The 4 Skins
- One Law for Them
- Secret Records: The Punk Singles Collection
- History of... The 4 Skins