The Police and the Private - Metric

Get straight, wait here while I try to find the exit sign

When will you stop asking strangers?

No one wants what we want

Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag

Never expect to be sure

You’re working for the police and the private

The pirates and the pilots

Fingerprinted, waiting for the train

The doctor, the writer, the hairdresser

Felt up and fingerprinted, waiting for the train

Lord, lord, mother, we are all losing love

Lord, listen lover, we are all missing mama

Lord, lord, mother, we are all losing love

Lord, listen lover, we are all missing something (I don’t got)

There’s a place that ends here

I know when they close the gates, I’ll cry

I’m so tired of never sleeping

The whole world wants what we’re on

Didn’t make this up, I learned

I learned it from a friend

My friend is coming clean, she told me

«Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bed

Never expect to be sure who you’re working for.»

You’re working for the police and the private

The pirates and the pilots

Fingerprinted, waiting for the train

The doctor, the writer, the garbage collector

Fingerprinted, waiting for the train

Lord, lord, mother, we are all losing love

Lord, listen lover, we are all missing mama

Lord, lord, mother, we are all losing love

Lord, listen lover, we are all missing mama

Lord, lord, mother, we are all losing love

Lord, listen lover, we are all missing mama

Lord, lord, mother, we are all losing love

Lord, listen lover, we are all missing love

Got to get out

Got to get to you, the orphanage is closing in an hour