Chris Kimsey - Undercover Of The Night lyrics

[Verse 1] Hear the screams of Center 42 Loud enough to bust your brains out The opposition's tongue is cut in two Keep off the street cause you're in danger One hundred thousand disparus Lost in the jails in South America [Chorus] Cuddle up baby Cuddle up tight Cuddle up baby Keep it all out of sight Undercover Keep it all out of sight Undercover of the night [Verse 2] The s** police are out there on the streets Make sure the pa** laws are not broken The race militia has got itchy fingers All the way from New York back to Africa Cuddle up baby Keep it all out of sight [Chorus] [Verse 3] All the young men they've been rounded up And sent to camps back in the jungle And people whisper people double-talk And once proud fathers act so humble All the young girls they have got the blues They're heading on back to Center 42 [Chorus] [Verse 4] Down in the bars the girls are painted blue Done up in lace, done up in rubber The John's are jerky little G.I. Joe's On R&R from Cuba and Russia The smell of s**, the smell of suicide All these things I can't keep inside [Chorus]