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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 Letras de cancionesLicense, registration He ain't got none Now he's pulling out his gun Thoughts turn to Louise 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 From Letras Mania