| Sound of the police. | 
| Oi oi, big up to the underground
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| Another chance to dance in the sun, move out to the renegade sound
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| Sound system 20k, no one for miles away
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| But they won’t fucking let us stay, and they say go away
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| Here come the dibble playing piggy in the middle of nowhere
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| But still they come out there. | 
| (Move out of my way.)
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| They’re causing problems when I recognise one of them
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| From my school and then he starts to say…
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| Oi oi, I didn’t want to be like this but sorry mate
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| You know that this is just the way it is
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| Back in school you were the first to be the front of the fight, man we got
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| stoned every night
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| You know we used to be tight but I don’t recognise
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| Babylon in front of me, talking about this, oh no no no
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| I haven’t changed in a bit…
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| You know those hippies want to take the piss
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| I kiss the scruffy fuckers on the head with this
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| It’s a dirty job that someone’s got to do and it comes down to me
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| Whoop whoop, and that’s the sound of the police
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| Piggy in the middle
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| Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop
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| I’m drawing a line
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| And you’re no friend of mine
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| Piggy in the middle
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| Watch the piggy in the middle
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| No you aren’t no friend of mine
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| When we were little playing piggy in the middle
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| In the park until the sun went down. | 
| (Back in the day.)
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| Now you’re on horses as your regiment enforces
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| All the laws at which we used to frown
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| You say well this is just the way it is, they’re pissed
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| I push them to the ground and bend their wrists
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| It’s the dirty job that someone’s got to do and it comes down to me
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| Whoop whoop, and that’s the sound of the police
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| Piggy in the middle
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| Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop
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| I’m drawing a line
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| And you’re no friend of mine
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| Piggy in the middle
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| Watch the piggy in the middle
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| No you aren’t no friend of mine
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| So you see, Mr. Officer
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| How I’ve tried to see, from your point of view
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| But your eyes I don’t recognise
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| It’s not what you do, it’s what it’s done to you
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| You see a world, etched in black and white
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| You see a world, ready for a fight
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| No we can’t, be the same tonight
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| So I’ll speak my piece
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| So Mr. Officer no show me producer
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| You only talking like my friend because I knew you
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| For every copper to serve and protect me
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| There’s always one like you to fucking contest me. | 
| No
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| And you should know if the push becomes a shove
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| I know exactly where I stand now that you’re a part of
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| Everything you said you’d never be
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| And that’s the sound of the police
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| Piggy in the middle
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| Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop
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| I’m drawing a line
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| And you’re no friend of mine
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| Piggy in the middle
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| Watch the piggy in the middle, said a whoop whoop
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| So show me a sign
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| Where do you draw the line?
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| Piggy in the middle
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| Watch the piggy in the middle
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| No you aren’t no friend…
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| No you aren’t no friend of mine |