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Dirty Davey's down the front

And he's met the coppers there T

hey'll be taking you in cos they hate your skin 

And you're dragged away by the hair

It's a kick in the head and a prison bed 

And you tell me it's the law 

Well Davey's out on two weeks bail 

And he's down the town to score

When it all falls in and he's pinned by the chin 

And they've busted every floor 

Davey's down the old grey squat

And he's lying with his lass 

When there's a brick through the pane 

And he's out on the lane 

With the bailiffs and the glass 

The court comes up on a monday morning

And Davey's in the dock

He can't stop his tears 

When he gets two years 

And he can't turn back the clock 

Well Davey's had it up to here ...

Banging his head on the wall 

So he's tied his pants to the prison bars ... A

nd he's hung till he's clear of it all 

There's a law for the rich 

And a law for the poor

And a law for Dirty Davey 

His body's gone but his soul lives on 

Here's to you Dirty Davey 

Corrupt, corrupt from the bottom to the top

And you tell me it's the law