Ganglord, the police are
Kicking their way into my house
And haunting me, taunting me
Wanting me to break their laws

Ganglord, the police are
Kicking their way into my house
And haunting me, taunting me
Wanting me to break their laws

And I'm turning to you
Oh to save me
And I'm turning to you
Oh to save me

Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns

Ganglord, the police are
Grinding me into the ground
The headless pack are back
Small boy jokes and loaded guns

And I'm turning to you, to save me
And I'm turning to you
Oh, to save me! Save me
To save me, save me, to save me!

Gandlord, there's a clock on the wall
Making fun of us all

Ganglord, there's a clock on the wall
And it makes a joke of us all

And I'm turning to you, to save me
And I'm turning to you, to save me, save me
To save me, save me, to save me!

Ganglord, remember
The police can always be bribed

Ganglord, remember
The police can always be bribed

They say 'to protect and to serve'
But what they really want to say is:
"Get back to the ghetto! The ghetto!
Get yourself back to the ghetto!
The ghetto! The ghetto!
Get yourself back to the ghetto!
The ghetto! The ghetto!"