In slow motion could you play that again   Watching Starsky and Hutch with the volume at number ten   Power mad and incompetent   They're as pleased as punch   Your feelings are irrelevant      They're out of our control   But it keeps them of the streets   And I don't mind it   The children are damned   But we keep the well fed   Watch out what they're putting in that head   Kids have got the vote   And they want to see the bad guys dead      In plain clothes they'll arrest you again   Beat you up on the street, fight back and you'll get the blame   They mix with the crowd in civilian dress   Just put one foot wrong they'll make you confess the rest      They're out of our control   But it keeps them of the streets   And I don't mind it   The children are damned   But we keep the well fed   Watch out what they're putting in that head   Kids have got the vote   And they want to see the bad guys dead      They walk the streets in Plain Clothes   They walk the streets in Plain Clothes