We're not here to entertain you
We don't care about your rights
Last night there was a crime wave and no one survived
Now give us an explanation
What's your alibi?
Were you working at the factory?
Did you work till daylight?

This is an interrogation for information that you're hiding
Under the lonely spotlight the tension's too tight, so stop fighting
You're gonna spill your guts out, crack like stained glass eventually
Our witnesses can place you at the scene so you'd best come clean

The public demand an answer
The city's on high alert
Give us your confession and no one gets hurt
Don't make it worse

This is an interrogation for information that you're hiding
Under the lonely spotlight the tension's too tight, so stop fighting
You're gonna spill your guts out, crack like stained glass eventually
Our witnesses can place you at the scene so you'd best come clean


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