| Lyrics: | In the dark of the city backwoods, something stirs then slips away.
Law and order in darkest
Knightsbridge. Crime and punishment at play.
Hey, Mr.Policeman won't you come on over. Hook me
up to the power lines of your
love.
Jump start, or tow me away.
And through
the bruised machinery, the smoking haze of industry.
Another day with ball and chain. I do my
time then home again.
Hey, Mrs.Maggie won't you come on over. Hook me up to the power lines of
your
love.
Jump start, or tow me away.
Well, should I blame the officers? Or
maybe, I should blame the priest?
Or should I blame the poor foot soldier who's left to make
the most from least?
Hey, Jack Ripper won't you come on over. Hook me up to the power lines of
your
love.
You can blame the newsman talking at you on the satellite T.V.
And
if you're fighting for your shipyards, you migt as well just blame the sea.
Hey, Mr.Weatherman
come on over. Hook me up to the power lines of your love.
Jump start, or tow me away |
