"10-38" lyrics

Time for a patrol ride
Cruisers sitting outside
One-fifth down
Wondering how you're still around
Missing the babies and Louise
New Jersey wing through the leaves

Just waiting for a call
Don't you wanna 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 wanna 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 wanna stop 'em all?

You're the reaper of the madness
Can't help but give a damn
Don't you wanna 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