�� Time for a patrol ride �� Crews are sitting outside �� One foot down �� Wondering how you're still around �� Missing the babies and Louise �� New Jersey wind through the leaves �� Just waiting for a call �� Don't you want to take them all? �� It's a mad frustration �� There's layoffs at the station ��� Beneath the refineries glow �� Out where those great black rivers flow �� You're the reaper, the madness �� Can't help but give a damn �� Know you want to stop them all ���� It's a 1038 �� 1038 �� Now it's earlier than late �� It's an old-time fastback �� Riding the turnpike like a racetrack �� Ain't no back �� Time to put the slack up ��� Your blue lights are flashing �License registrationHe ain't got noneNow he's pulling out his gunThoughts turn to the reedHow you give them to the squeakYou're the reason I'm madCan't help but give a damnDon't you want to stop them allYou're the reaper of the madnessCan't help but give a damnDon't you want to stop them allConcrete's a cold bedFilled with smokeFeels rough on the back of your headTires are screechingHearts barely beatingRadio out of reachHere comes the sunrise in the east