Of all the crimes I know

Ther is one I remember and I want to tell

Killed by policemen

This poor boy was born

In a sinister street, he didn't know what's happiness

Killed by policemen

       He was slowly

       Dying alone on the street

       Among the crowd and the darkness

       Killed by policemen

He was not my fellow

Just sometimes I saw him, he could be one of my good friends

Killed by policemen

When he was only four

Alone in the city, he had to steel a piece of bread

Killed by policemen

He could not find a job

And he had no money, he wanted to rob a cashier's desk

Killed by policemen

One evening I just saw

A bleeding body holding a few bank-notes, he fell

Killed by policemen

                       (c) 1997 Vincent North / Soundshine Music Inc