In the dark of the city backwoods something stirs then slips away.   Law and order in darkest Knightsbridge. Crime and punishment at play.   Hey Mr. Policeman won’t you come on over. Hook me up to the power lines              RIFF   of your love.   Jump start or tow me away.   Jump start or tow me away.   And through the bruised machinery the smoking haze of industry. Another day with ball and chain. I do my time then home again. Hey Mrs. Maggie won’t you come on over.Hook me up to the powerlines   of your love.       Hook me up to the powerlines of your love            /u>   Jump start or tow me away.   Jump start or tow me away.   REST THE SAME            Well should I blame the officers? Or maybe I should blame the priest?   Or should I blame the poor foot soldier                          who’s left to make the most from least?   Hey Jack Ripper won’t you come on over. Hook me up to the power lines   of your love.   Jump start or tow me away.   You can blame the newsman talking at you on the satellite T.V.   And if you’re fighting for your shipyards you might as well just blame the sea.   Hey Mr. Weatherman come on over. Hook me up to the power lines   of your love.   Jump start or tow me away.