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 registration
He ain't got none
Now he's pulling out his gun
Thoughts turn to the reed
How you give them to the squeak
You're the reason I'm mad
Can't help but give a damn
Don't you want to stop them all
You're the reaper of the madness
Can't help but give a damn
Don't you want to stop them all
Concrete's a cold bed
Filled with smoke
Feels rough on the back of your head
Tires are screeching
Hearts barely beating
Radio out of reach
Here comes the sunrise in the east