A.C.A.B. Songtext
von The Oppressed

Rock and roll for most of the night
We got in a little fight
He′s coming at me, knocking his fists
I'm not scared but he landed a wrist
ACAB! ACAB! ACAB!
All coppers are bastards!
At the club, paid my cash
Don′t seem to like the look of my face
He said I'd better put him away Lost me nan, I had to stay
ACAB! ACAB! ACAB!
All coppers are bastards!
It's all very well for you
Came down the station, we go through
Next thing I was put in a cell
Oh my mates, they′re not there as well
ACAB! ACAB! ACAB!
All coppers are bastards!