Paroles de 10-38

Time for a patrol ride
Cruisers sitting outside
One-fifth down
Wondering how you're still around
Missing the babies and Louise
New Jersey wing through the leaves

Just waiting for a call
Don't you wanna take them all?
It's a mad frustration
There's layoffs at the station
Beneath the refinery's glow
Out where those great black rivers flow

You're the reaper of the madness
Can't help but give a damn
Don't you wanna stop 'em all?

It's a ten thirty-eight
Now it's earlier than late
It's an old-time fastback
Riding the turnpike like a racetrack
Ain't no backup
Time to pick the slack up

Your blue lights are flashing How you'd give them kids a squeeze

You're the reaper of the madness
Can't help but give a damn
Don't you wanna stop 'em all?

You're the reaper of the madness
Can't help but give a damn
Don't you wanna stop 'em all?

Concrete's a cold bed
Feels rough on the back of your head
Tires are screeching
Heart's barely beating
Radio out of reach
Here comes a sunrise in the east