The Dream Police

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The dream police, slogan, "what is on your mind?" The airwave boys, junkies won't get radio time The purist league, white trench coats in pre-war style The ageing queens, mister, won't you stay a while? [Verse 2] In death row with Harlow and others like you I point my finger of hate at your picture And love you, and love you The radio is talking, is it you or me? I must admit, it's far too late to dial police [Verse 3] What is your name? We are the end of the line Her eyes went out, dreaming "overdose on time" Hey you, old grey eyes, don't practice dying for real The only one, September, she knows I can feel