dear mister cop,
don’t come stand near us or we’ll get a flogging

none of us want you here so please get away

don’t ask who’s in our houses, talking to our parents
‘IT’S NONE OF YA FUCKEN BUSINESS,’ my mum said to say, because
‘WHEN A LAW OF A STATE IS INCONSISTENT WITH A LAW OF HUMANITY 

THE LATTER SHALL PREVAIL, 

AND THE FORMER SHALL, 

TO THE EXTENT OF THE INCONSISTENCY,

BE INVALID’
                            eeeeyah mum, get out here! this copper’s not leaving us alone!
see?

see?

we told you to get away

mum’s the law round here and she’s been studying your ways
                                                             *
I DO NOT WISH TO SPEAK WITH YOU SIR AS YOU ARE A CROOK, 

AN ANIMATED CORPSE

JANGLING ALONG TO THE SONG OF THE STATE
YOU AIN’T A RATIONAL LAWMAN 

NOR JUDGE OR JURY

AND I WANT YOU OFF OUR STREET WE OWN
WE NEVER CEDED THIS LAND

NEVER SIGNED NO TREATY
ALL COURTS ARE NULL AND ALL COUNCILS VOID
I PAY MY TAXES

I PAY FOR YOU

YOU WORK FOR ME MAN

TRUE AS GOD, YES YOU DO 
I PAY FOR YOUR UNIFORM AND DONUTS AND GUNS

I OWN YOUR SHINY BADGE, SIR MISTER COP
YOU’RE NOT LAWFUL HERE

NO JURISDICTION
YOU POLICE ARE ILLEGAL, MAKING UP LAWS
NO CONSENT TO YOUR SNIFFING AND PRYING

AROUND OUR SOVEREIGN HOUSING COMMISSION
I WILL FURTHER THIS COMPLAINT TO THE HIGHEST AUTHORITY 

AS YOUR CONDUCT IS UNLAWFUL
THIS IS OUR TRUE LAW THAT SITS OVER YOURS

THEN, NOW, AND FOR ALL-TIMES HENCE
YOURS FAITHFULLY, 

LA DI DA DI DA
                                   (GO SPREAD THE WORD, MY DAUGHTER)