Oi Polloi

They shot innocent 5 year old kid
murdered him in his bed
They beat folk with their truncheons
in the cells till they're dead
Humiliate and strip search you
as a matter of routine
Beat you up behind closed doors
and laugh at your screams
Were taking no more
Were booting down the door
Pigs Pigs Pigs for slaughter [x2]
At the Edinburgh Punx picnic
They were the cause of more grief
While a couple held a young punk down
a third smashed out his front teeth
paid thugs, covards and bullies
They're totally out of hand
so now it's up to you and I