When I was young I had a friend
We were always together, Tommy and me
We trusted each other, did everything together
Smoked stolen cigarettes, taught each other to fight
Broke windows and escaped on rusty bikes
To the docks, where we fished until the sun went down

But Tommy is dead now, the police killed him
He lies dead and cold on the floor of a cell

One day Tommy moved away, and I lost a friend
It was a bad place his family moved to
The years past and Tommy grew cold and sad
Problems and pills was all he had in the end
He was seen alive, for the last time
A new year's ewe when the cops dragged him away
The next morning his mother's phone rang:
Your son has been found dead in a detention cell

The Danish police killed Tommy
And when cops kill, they investigate themselves
When they cut Tommy open and found drugs in his blood
They congratulated each other, and smiled relieved
They had all they needed to cover their tracks
In court they just said: O.D. and they walked free
Because the judge was in agreement with the police:
There's no case here, it's only the corpse of a junkie