Put Out Your Lights

Just slide the hood, it's nothing much You be starsky and ı'll be hutch They'll never find out where we'll go We can forward our calls illegally to mexico You can be the sleeping cure And ı'll memorize subversive literature And from our secret mountain base We can broadcast all over the place Radio bomb The sound of freedom We can launch a satellite So you can hear the day in the middle of the night And the rlı and the fcc They'll be driving around in their little undercover rv's And they'll call us terrorists They'll try to stop us in the name of government interest