Low vibration of the human skull. Clean the cobwebs from my head. Twisted ribbon of my dna. It's like the spaceman said. A million miles from reality, that's where.
Drivin' on down, take the road to the south side. Radio for backup, code 2, say it's caution time. I found the body, deep square in a world of crime. Streets are wet with rain, wash away and blur my thin blue line.
Can I get a light from you, Mr. Smith?. And do you know where the party is?. I've been walking a blue streak all night long. And I'm tired of looking for a place to piss.