Police Secret

Some kind of crocodile is eating all the fishes
But the fishes keep coming back
An angry homeless man is granting dirty wishes
With a half blown Marshal stack

And it's bringing me down
And I'm loosing my touch
I always seem to find myself inside myself all by myself
And it's bringing me down

I got a running tab that keeps me out of heaven
That the TV says has just come due
Watch out for hand grenades on 6s and the 7s
Pavarotti singing out of tune

And it's bringing me down
And I'm loosing my touch
I always seem to find myself inside myself all by myself
And it's bringing me down



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Moore
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