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 wont 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 wont 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 whos left to make the most from least? Hey, Jack Ripper wont you come on over. Hook me up to the power lines of your love Jump start, or tow me away You can blame the newsman talking at you on the satellite T.V And if youre fighting for your shipyards, you might 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
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