Hollywood Squares 1984
In the sky I see a blinding light
The false sun of the black-and-whites
There's going to be trouble in the city tonight.
There's an eye in the sky and it's peeking through walls
It senses my heat as I cringe in the hall
It's drawing a bead as I cling to the wall.
It's 1984
I hear the traffic's roar
I hear the sirens wail
The city is my jail.
Helicopter circling 'round and 'round
They know we're helpless here on the ground
There's going to be trouble on the bad side of town.
My television has been acting strange
A man came on and demanded my name
And when I shut it off, it still acts the same.
It's 1984
I hear the traffic's roar
I hear the sirens wail
This city is my jail.
Well they locked me up and threw away the key.
