(Hofstede)



Hands up

He said

If you move a little bit you're dead



I want the [melody?] that you were about to get



Tonight

They win

I'm in a cellar and I have to stay in



I have to write a song whether it's right or wrong



Here comes the young reporter

In his overcoat

I'm on the tape recorder

In his motorboat

Is he coming in time for me



Click clack

Turn the key

They [have come?] to transport me