We are blameless, perfection to the hilt.
We do nothing wrong, we are without guilt.
We uphold the law, we know right from wrong.
We are the police. We're right all along.
We're the law of the land. We know what's best.
We crush lawbreakers and those who protest.
We apprehend hooligans, warn the youth
But someone's discovered.... we don't tell the truth!
When fans died at football, many years back
We covered our tracks, so we'd get no flak
Graves poignant and still, bedecked with flowers
We now must admit, the fault was all ours.