LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeUndercover Of The Night
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)Hear the screams of Center 42Loud enough to bust your brains outThe opposition's tongue is cut in twoKeep off the street 'cause you're in dangerOne hundred thousand disparusLost in the jails in South AmericaCuddle up babyCuddle up tightCuddle up babyKeep it all out of sightUndercoverKeep it all out of sightUndercover of the nightThe sex police are out there on the streetsMake sure the pass laws are not brokenThe race militia has got itchy fingersAll the way from New York back to AfricaCuddle up babyKeep it all out of sightCuddle up babySleep with all out of sightCuddle up babyKeep it all out of sightUndercoverUndercoverUndercoverKeep it all out of sightUndercover of the nightAll the young men they've been rounded upAnd sent to camps back in the jungleAnd people whisper people double-talkAnd once proud fathers act so humbleAll the young girls they have got the bluesThey're heading on back to Center 42Keep it undercoverKeep it all out of sightKeep it undercoverKeep it all out of sightUndercoverKeep it all out of sightUndercoverKeep it all out of sightUndercover of the nightDown in the bars the girls are painted blueDone up in lace, done up in rubberThe John's are jerky little G.I. Joe'sOn R&R from Cuba and RussiaThe smell of sex, the smell of suicideAll these things I can't keep insideUndercoverKeep it all out of sightUndercover of the nightUndercover of the nightUndercover of the nightUndercoverUndercoverUndercover of the night
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