break like the tide, yeah
I am the ghost in your perfect machine
and some tape to wrap round
And a first in the art of diplomacy
And you are the copper for what it's worth
I am the red light, I am the warning
I am the fire that signals the morning
I am the song, the hooligan blues
So give me a handbrake, give me a siren
Give me a long box and synapses firing
Give me a record that don't wanna play
And you are the copper for what it's worth
Get ready to burn or get out
I am a wild thing, I am a free ride
I am a ghost in your perfect machine
Oh, so give me a cage, baby
Now send me a priest with
And a first in the art of diplomacy
See, cause I am the lightning
And you are the copper for what it's worth