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