Out in the napalm scorching heat Dry like a Kerouac dusty street Crawling to a fate that lies in the dark And musty shadows The call of the Narc Smeared like an insect on the glass Each day like a drip dry New Orleans That drains you of your strength Your every word, your very soul The call of the Narc I'm sure there are bodies above But I stay downstairs Keep the light from behind There is smoke in the air And the light is pale and watery Filtered in lines by the vertical blinds It's like a sauna in here Staked out going on three days Wringing out the shirt stuck to my back Wired, the place is wired To go on one wrong throw Here goes your soul The call of the Narc Here goes your soul The call of the Narc Here goes your soul Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
