Undercover of the Night - Cassandra Beck

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

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

The sex police are out there on the streets

Make sure the pass 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

Cuddle up, baby

Keep it all out of sight

Cuddle up, baby

Keep it all out of sight

Undercover, undercover

Undercover

Keep it all out of sight

Undercover of the night

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

Keep it undercover

Keep it all out of sight

Keep it undercover

Keep it all out of sight

Undercover

Keep it all out of sight

Undercover

Keep it all out of sight

Undercover of the night

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 sex, the smell of suicide

All these dream things I can’t keep inside

Undercover

Keep it all out of sight

Undercover of the night

Undercover of the night

Undercover of the night

Undercover, undercover

Undercover of the night