Turn It On, Turn it Off
Picking up the pictures from the people in their sleep
Early morning chorus for the dawn patrol to keep
Features form a portrait like police identikits
Characters are studied but the pieces never fit

Slinking in the shadows like a tomcat on the prowl
King of silent streets until the city moves its bowels
Clearing every obstacle, the bodies in the road
Waiting for the showing of another episode

Video adventures for a rebel of routine
Video adventures in a place where no one's been
I said turn it on
Turn it off
Turn it on
Turn it off

Hurried footsteps echo through the towers of steel and glass
Carried on the wind into the empty underpass
Lone survivors need to sleep, but this one stays awake
Fighting off the visions of disasters and mistakes

Video adventures with a loaded magazine
Video adventures, interference on the screen
I said turn it on
Turn it off
Turn it on
Turn it off, turn it off

"Turn It On, Turn It Off"
-- Steve Swindells, Fresh Blood (1980)

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