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Officer, officer, officer where you going with all that rancor? I see no broken windows do you have faith in those that sent you here? 'cause in the full blown afternoon commute the news crew beats you onto the scene as we lay down in market street violent-voiced and bleeding from the knees well they say we're wrong so leave the cameras on leave the cameras on yeah we'll see whos wrong, wrong well officer, officer, officer did we get too close to union square? this high class pride, the tender line 'cause in the tenderloin you didnt seem to care so this prison buzz, the prison buzz the warehouse docks and lockers all away the white cloud in the white house will white out everything we tried to say well they say we're wrong so leave the cameras on leave the cameras on yeah we'll see whos wrong, wrong Songtexte I though I saw myself on the big screne broadcast against the president's bobbing well I think he needs a slap on the shoulder I think we need to get a little bit bolder well they say we're wrong so leave the cameras on leave the cameras on yeah we'll see whos wrong, wrong Aus Songtexte Mania