D A D Every time you pick up a newspaperG D A7 Every time you turn on the TVG D G D You can bet your old boots that at some point you'll seeA G A7 A high ranking copper or else an MPD A G D Calling on all who are British and freeA7 D To stand up and defend law and order It's illegal to rip off a payroll It's illegal to hold up a train But it's legal to rip off a million or two That comes from the labour that other folks do To plunder the many on behalf of the few Is a thing that is perfectly legal It's illegal to kill off a landlord Or to trespass upon his estate But to charge a high rent for a slum is OK To condemn 2 adults and 3 children to stay In a hovel that's rotten with damp and decayIs a thing that is perfectly legal If your job turns you into a zombie Then it's legal to feel some despair But don't be aggressive that is if you're smart And for Christ's sake don't upset the old apple cart Remember the boss has your interests at heart And it grieves him to see you unhappy If you fashion a bomb in your kitchen You're guilty of breaking the law But a bloody great nuclear plant is OK Though plutonium processing hastens the day When this tiny little isle may be blasted away Nonetheless it is perfectly legal It's illegal if you are a Gypsy To camp by the side of the road But it's proper and right for the rich and the great To live in a mansion or own an estate That was got from the people by pillage and rape That's what they call a tradition It's illegal to carve up your missus Or put poison in your old man's tea But poison the rivers, the seas and the skies And poison the mind of a nation with lies If it's done in the interest of free enterprise Then it's proper and perfectly legal It's legal to join a trade union And to picket is one of your rights But don't be offensive when scabs cross the line Be nice to the coppers and keep this in mind To picket effectively that is a crime Worse than if you had murdered your motherD A D It's legal to sing on the tellyG D A7 But they make bloody sure that you don'tG D G D If you sing about racists and fascists and creepsA G A7 And thieves in high places that live off the weakD A G D And those who are selling us right up the creekD The twisters, the takers, the conmen, the fakersA7 D The whole bloody gang of exploiters!
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