Hyde 2612 Songtext
von Aynsley Lister

I′m not feeling quite myself, something's gone outta sync
There′s a cog inside my head, needs relocating and slotting in
It all looks a little strange like I been here before
But things are not in place, somebody moved the door

Who is this man in front of me, stained with nicotine
He claims he's my superior and it's 1973
Whose own way of policing ain′t doing it by the book
Settling most endeavours with a healthy right hook
For him the word compassion′s not in his vocabulary
Trying it got me back "don't go all Dorothy on me"

Wake, wake up
To another day with the Sheriff trying to show me the way
Come on now wake, wake up
Wake up and smell the cocoa, I′m still here
I guess I ain't going home today


Speeding round the streets, heavy on the brakes
Taking bribes, planting evidence to clear the scum away
Bets on a Party 7, fighting for my pride
The only way to show him that I′m right this time
Done and dusted by tea time, his gut paving the way
Another off the streets, another collar put away

Come on now wake, wake up
To another day with the Sheriff trying to show me the way
Come on now wake, wake up
Wake up and smell the cocoa, I'm still here
I guess I ain′t going home today
Today, not today

Come now wake, wake up
To another day with the Sheriff trying to show me the way
Come on now wake, wake up
Wake up and smell the cocoa, I'm still here
I guess I ain't going home today

Today, not today, I ain′t going home today
Today, not today, I ain′t going home today