London Police got a job on their hands They're calling the S.P.G. Down the road came the big green vans They'll open any head they see S.P.G. power no glory - S.P.G. change your story They don't really care what anybody says S.P.G. power no glory - S.P.G. change your story No-one looking they'll pull out a knife Stab someone – Throw it away Don't pick him up don't start to shout A dead man don't have much to say You only need one mind credential Obvious to you and to me To kill a man is so essential If you wanna join the S.P.G.