Well I’m a fan of days in bars and nights in school
And of geniuses in jail and Nobel fools
And I’m a fan of yellow noise and silent shouts
And of nurses that are boys and women scouts
Why don’t they make it police bells and church sirens
Police ding dong, church wee ooh
Talking ’bout police bells and church sirens
Police ding dong, church wee ooh
Well I’m a fan of bands on ground and dirt on stage
And of tigers on a leash and dogs in a cage
And I’m a fan of holding hands and letting go
And of being so in love but not letting it show
Why don’t they make it police bells and church sirens
Police ding dong, church wee ooh
Talking ’bout police bells and church sirens
Police ding dong, church wee ooh
Church sirens howl me out of my blank door - where I live
Church tower go on and use your horn, howl me out of my blank door - before I die
Police bells go on and ring in my ears - My deaf ears
Police bells go on and ring in my deaf ears - before I die
Why don’t they make it police bells and church sirens
Police ding dong, church wee ooh
Talking ’bout police bells and church sirens
Police ding dong, church wee ooh