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Well, I'm a fan of days in bars and nights in school And of geniuses in jail, and nobel fools And I'm a fan of yellow noise, and silent shouts And of nurses that are boys, and women scouts Why don't they make it police bells and church sirens Police ding dong, church wee ooh Talking 'bout police bells and church sirens Police ding dong, church wee ooh Well I'm a fan of bands on ground, and dirt on stage And of tigers on a leash, and dogs in a cage And I'm a fan of holding hands and letting go And of being so in love, but not let it show Why don't they make it police bells and church sirens Police ding dong, church wee ooh Talking 'bout police bells and church sirens Police ding dong, church wee ooh Kirkesirener, hyl mig ud af min blanke dør Hvor jeg bor Kirketårn, kom og brug dit horn Hyl mig ud af min blanke dør Før jeg dør Politiklokker, kom og ring for mine ører SongtexteMine døve ører Politiklokker, kom og ring for mine døve ører Før jeg dør Why don't they make it police bells and church sirens Police ding dong, church wee ooh Talking 'bout police bells and church sirens Police ding dong, church wee ooh [x2] Aus Songtexte Mania