He was dead on his feet
Too many ends to meet
He felt like an empty gun
He felt the claw of the law
And heard the voice say
'Son, what is it you're up to?'

Looking like an accident waiting to happen
Politics, money or dope
Empty pockets, emptier hope
You could've been all tucked in tonight
Ted Koppel could've been your night
Light Instead we're both out here

Looking like accidents waiting to happen
Good cop yang and bad cop yin
Strap on cuffs and take him on in
Yin says, 'This is just like shotgun fishing
We ought to come back to this hole again'
Bitten lip bantor, loose leaf panthers

Way too wordy an episode
Likes to ride standing up on a bumpier road
Yang says, 'What do you think, the kid
He was trying to say?'
The kid screams out, 'I'm just and accident
I didn't plan it this way'

Pathfinder, 'tween wrath and rage
Time displayed of the open page
Pathfinder, well displayed