Lyrics 10-38 - Charles Wesley Godwin

Time for a patrol ride, cruisers sitting outside
One-fifth 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 refinery's glow
Out where those great black rivers flow

You're the reaper of the madness
Can't help but give a damn
Don't you want to stop 'em all

It's a ten thirty-eight, now it's earlier than late
It's an old-time fastback
Riding the turnpike like a racetrack
Ain't no backup, time to pick 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 Louise, how you'd give them kids a squeeze

You're the reaper of the madness
Can't help but give a damn
Don't you want to stop 'em all
You're the reaper of the madness
Can't help but give a damn
Don't you want to stop 'em all

Concrete's a cold bed
Feels rough on the back of your head
Tires are screeching, heart's barely beating
Radio out of reach
Here comes a sunrise in the east