The dream police slogan, 'What is on your mind?'

The air wave boys Junie's won't get radio time

The purist league white trench coats in pre-war style

The aging queens, mister won't you stay a while?

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

What is your name? We are the end of the line

Her eyes went out dreaming overdose on time

Hey you old gray eyes don't practice dying for real

The only one September she knows I can feel