Radar - Morphine

Got to the driver of my car

Past the dogs past the guards

And all of my alarms supposed to be so state of the art

You penetrate my radar (x2)

You drop a bomb in my backyard

You penetrate my radar

You played me like a chess game

And now you say checkmate

While you go running freely spending money every place

And me I have to hide and I don’t dare show my face

If I am guilty so are you it was March 4th 1982

Riding around forever on an empty tank of gas

And an empty pocketbook I better get it to the bank

High up in a glider high up here without a care

I got all the time in the world

I got all the time in the world to spare