The English Beat Follow

Promise your secrecy into the microphone
Into the megaphone, into the cell
Questioning decency under the microscope
Over and over say over and out

Organize my life, over the telephone
Over my dead body, over my head
You tread a fine line between you and your memories
Between you and me, things are best left unsaid

The honoring of violence is a security number
Always so quiet it slips under your guard
Pushes your dead body, under the microscope
Over and over, it's over, it's over

Out
Over and out out
Over and out

Another incident, another accident

You pelt them with rocks and the old innuendo
You know that it's no mishap that brake line was cut

Lie on the pavement, wait for an ambulance
Say to yourself nothing is what it seems
Never meaning to say you never say what you mean
You get caught by the sirens on your T.V. screen

The honoring of violence is a security number
Always so quiet it slips under your guard
Pushes your dead body, under the microscope
Over and over, it's over, say over

Out
Over and out out
Over and out out
Over and out

Promise your secrecy into the microphone
Into the megaphone, into the cell
Questioning decency under the microscope