He was small guy
He was thief on railway station
One good summer day
Cops caught him at the crime scene.
They break his hands
And beat with boots,
And he screams, spitting blood:
Dont do it, men!
Boots sweat his body,
Oh, these boots are heavy!
It will kill him, without reason,
To make life bettere in this world.
They break his hands
And beat with boots,
And he screams, spitting blood:
Dont do it, men!
He was small guy
He was thief on railway station
One good summer day
Cops caught him at the crime scene.
They break his hands
And beat with boots,
And he screams, spitting blood:
Dont do it, men!
And he screams, spitting blood:
Dont do it, men!