The Young Reporter — текст песни (Nits)

(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 <- I suggest : came back
I`ll get used to music mystery
Black car
Dark street
Red light
High speed
The rope is tight around my hands and feet
Too late
It`s done
I`m on a record and I`ll have to stay on
It`s on the playlist with a little luck it`s number one
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