Don’t Talk To Cops

Refr. Don’t talk to cops – Do you think that they like us?
Better get it right: Don’t talk to cops
Don’t talk to cops – They try to divide us
So do get this right: Just don’t talk to cops

Milly was in a demonstration
blocking the streets, oooh what a sensation!
Cop came to her, said “Beware of the anarchists
Don’t let them use ye, those left wing extremists”

Now Milly she nodded, felt ever so safe
She thanked the kind officer, feeling real brave
The water cannon came, she got a cold shower
But hey, it was summer and we’ve got the power!

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Now Milly’s complaining about the ol’ black block
and Milly believes in them good cops
Behind her the screams from the beatings must be
for those militant activists she just hates to see

Coming to jail she is shaking cops hands
convinced that they really do understand
all the good reasons for law abiding protest
A little disobedient – but no unrest!

Get it off your chest, Milly – Get it off your chest!
Get it off your chest, Milly – They’re just doing their best!

Larry was tough, he had seen it all
He sure knew the works, he never would fall for it
He sat in his cell after hours of rioting,
accused of some serious shit, worrying

Yeah, Larry is alone with his thoughts and doubt
the voice in his head says “I gotta get out!”
He paced up and down, couldn’t get any sleep
Tossing and turning, counting the sheep

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A sigh of relief as the door opens suddenly
Well here it is, they’re going to question me
So Larry he sits there, they offer him coffee
“You got the right to be silent”, says the ol’ enemy

“But you know how it is if you wanna be free
You better explain why you did it, you see
We do get it, Harry, really we do”
So Larry starts talking, and they lock him up good

Get it off your chest, Larry – Get it off your chest!
Get it off your chest, Larry – In your best interest!

Now Mitch, he will tell you to not talk to cops
They beat him up always, gotta give him props
for shutting up, keeping up the good work he does
and he’ll tell you jail sucks, he is never in luck

He hates all the cops, never a gives a damn fuck
And everyone wonders why he’s still locked up
“Well”, says the judge, “this suspect right here
refuses to answer and he’s showing no fear”

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“Whatever his name is, we believe it is Mitch
‘cause the one in the next cell called him by this
We’re sure we can prove he’s guilty as charged
‘cause all of ‘m say: ‘t wasn’t me, took no part’ ”

Now Mitch is in prison, biding his time
For the only one silent and refusing to sign
Is the scapegoat for all of us crossing the line
So there’s only one rule you really should mind:

DON’T.TALK.TO.COPS!

Then there’s no-one to punish when a cop car gets burned

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DON’T.TALK.TO.COPS!

music and lyrics Joke Kaviaar, 22 augustus 2024