Turns out they're not guilty

I've played a lot of places, and I'll play them all again
And everywhere I go I hear the same old thing again
Somebody dies in police custody
Soon there are questions from the family
At first the situation makes the lawmen look so filthy
But they investigate themselves
And it turns out that they're not guilty
Hey, hey, Dalloy Polizei!
It means the same thing now as yesterday
Out of your houses, into the streets
Everybody say, "Fuck the police!"
Let's go!
Ian Bush's family didn't know he was a killer
When Constable Koester picked him up for an open can of Miller
The video at the station house, it somehow got erased
But the bull was there so we can know exactly what took place
The boy jumped on his back, but the cop was quick instead
He reached around and shot him, right in the back of the head
Constable Koester would not demonstrate just how this thing was done
If you think that it's impossible, then the coroner's not alone
Well, hey, hey, Dalloy Polizei!
It means the same thing now as yesterday
Out of your houses, into the streets
Everybody say, "Fuck the police!"
D.D!
There must be something magic down in the holding cells
'Cause there's stuff that happens there
That just don't happen nowhere else
Healthy people dying from a sudden heart attack
Men who hang themselves with their hands tied behind their back
There's lots of good and brave police, it must be true, I guess
It's brave to work with a murderer sipping coffee by your desk
Well hey, hey, Dalloy Polizei!
It means the same thing now as yesterday
Hey, hey, Dalloy Polizei!
It means the same thing now as yesterday
Out of your houses, into the streets
Everybody say, "Fuck the police!"