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The Dream Police |
The dream police
Slogan: what is on your mind?
The airwave boys
Junkies won’t get radio time
The purist league
White trenchcoats in pre-war style
The aging queens
Mister won’t you stay a while?
In death row with harlow
And others like you
I point my finger of hate
At your picture and love you and love you
The radio is talking
Is it you or me?
I must admit
It’s far too late to dial police
What is your name?
We are the end of the line
Her eyes went out
Dreaming overdose on time
Hey you old grey eyes
Don’t practice dying for real
The only one
September she knows I can feel
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