Lyrics

He was dead on his feet Too many ends to meet He felt like an empty gun He felt the claw of the law And heard the voice say "Son What is it you're up to?" Looking like an accident Waiting to happen Politics, money or dope Empty pockets, emptier hope You could've been all tucked in tonight Ted Kopel could've been your night Light. Instead we're both out here Looking like accidents Waiting to happen Good cop Yang and bad cop Yin. . Strap on cuffs and take him on in Yin says "This is just like shotgun fishing We ought to come back to this hole again" Bitten lip bantor, loose leaf panthers Way too wordy an episode. . Likes to ride standing up On a bumpier road Yang says "What do you think, the kid He was trying to say?" The kid screams out "I'm just and accident I didn't plan i tthis way." Pathfinder, 'tween wrath and rage Time displayed of the open page (Duct tape solo) Pathfinder. . .Well displayed