In the dark of the city backwoods
Something stirs then slips away
Law and order in darkest night
Spreads crime and punishment at play
Hey Mr. Policeman won′t you come on over
Hook me up to the power lines of your love
And jump start or tow me away
And jump start or tow me away
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
And jump start or tow me away
And jump start or tow me away
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 the Ripper won't you come on over
Hook me up to the power lines of your love
Hook me up to the power lines of your love
Should I blame the newsman
Talking at you on the satellite TV
And if you're fighting for your shipyard
You might as well just blame the sea
Hey Jack the Ripper won′t you come on over
Hook me up to the power lines of your love
And jump start or tow me away
And jump start or tow me away
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