Hyde 2612 - 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»

Chorus

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 teatime, his gut paving the way

Another off the streets, another collar put away

Chorus x 2

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

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