Police Dog Blues

Well I heard the news just the other day; Now I feel there's something I must say; Well the darkness comes too often; This time next year I'll build my coffin; Made out of lead so X-rays cannot see; We gotta be free. Political men they burn their lives out talkin'; We people of the earth just keep on walkin'; Well we don't know what to say; Only live our lives as slaves; All we can do is race on to the grave; Well we gotta get away. Well they're much too old to care about the future; They're sewing up the past with shining sutures; It's immortality they crave; Their days are done so now they're brave; Their lives will live in books for fools and slaves; We gotta get away. 1984 Relix Records Inc.