I read a lot of things I've seen in the papers And they went right through my head Robbers and k**ers and midnight rapers Who will get you in your bed The world's not safe for living in; There's too much hate and too much sin Got to get help from the new world shapers Or it might just be too late Gimme a line on the telephone; Come on baby, don't make it alone No-where to run, no-where to hide Can't stop you doping, you still think I'm joking; such a shame You know I love you, I'm thinking of you, you and me
I heard a lot of tales about heavenly dopers Who are trying to make a break Know a lot of folk who are daily smokers 'Cause they just can't take it straight Reality can be a strain; There's too much hate and too much pain Got to get some help or the air will choke us Or it might soon be too late Know we've got problems with the air Too many people who never care No-where to run, no-where to hide Can't stop you dying, I'm still gonna keep on trying; such a shame Hang on to your life