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In theD dark of the city backwoD5odsC, somethingD/Bb stirs then slips aGway. D5
DLaw and order in darkestD5 KnCightsbridgeD/Bb. Crime and punishmGent at D5playA.
AHey, Mr. Policeman won't you coFme on over. G5Hook me up to the power lines
of your loD5ve.
D5Jump start, or tFow me awD5ay.
D5Jump start, or tBbow me awD5ay.
D5And through the bruised mD5achCinery, the D/Bbsmoking haze of indGustry. D5
DAnother day with ball anD5d cChain. I do D/Bbmy time, then home Gagain. D5
AHey, Mrs. Maggie won't you cFome on overG.Hook me up to the powerlines
of your lovD5e. D5 Bb Hook me up to the D5powGerlines of your lovD5e D/C D/Bb D/G
AA/GA/FD5
D5Jump start, or tFow me awD5ay.
D5Jump start, or tBbow me awD5ay.
REST THE SAME
Well, should I blame the officers? Or maybe, I should blame the priest?
Or should I blame the poor foot soldier
who's left to make the most from least?
Hey, Jack Ripper won't you come on over. Hook me up to the power lines
of your love.
Jump start, or tow me away.
You can blame the newsman talking at you on the satellite T.V.
And if you're fighting for your shipyards, you might as well just blame the sea.
Hey, Mr. Weatherman come on over. Hook me up to the power lines
of your love.
Jump start, or tow me away.
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