Time for a patrol ride
Cranes are sitting outside
One fed down Wondering how he's still around
Missing the babies in the weeds 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
Our world as great black rivers flow
Lord,
the Reaper of the manhunts Can't help but give a damn
I know we want to stop them all
It's a 1038 Now it's earlier than late
It's an old time fastback Riding the turnpike like a racetrack
There
ain't no backup In time to put the slough up
York River,
lots of flashing License registration
He ain't got none
Now he's pulling out his gun
Dogs turn to you How
you give them kids a squeeze?
You're the Reaper of the manhunts Can't help but give a damn
I know you want to stop them all
You're the Reaper of the manhunts
Can't help but give a damn Don't you want to stop them all?
Concrete's a cold bed
Feels rough on the back of your head
Tires are screeching Your heart's barely beating
Radio out of reach
Here comes the sunrise in the east