Accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed, So I asked our Mr. Mellor how one gets to where one's going and he points to his survival, and he points me down the road, As I go on, Wondering if I've got a soul and counting down the hours 'til it goes, On a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where, I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there and a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain,Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed, But after listening all morning, as I drove down 95, To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive, I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves, But not with interference from the power lines above, As I go on, Wondering if I've got a soul and Counting down the hours 'til it goes and oh, precautions, yes precautions, But if you're playing with a gun, you could kill someone and in the dark....
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