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Got to the driver of my car, past the dogs and past the guards Past all my alamrs Supposed to be so state of the art You penetrate my radar You penetrate my radar Drop a bone in my backyard You penetrate my radar You played me like a chess game and now you say: Checkmate While you go running freely spending money everyplace And me I got to hide and I don't dare show my face If I am guilty so are you - It was March 4, 1982 Riding 'round forever on an empty tank of gas And an empty pocketbook I better get it to the bank And now I'm high up in a glider high up here without you a care I got all the time in the world All the time in the world to spare From Letras Mania