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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
Kirkesirener hyl mig ud af min blanke dør, hvor jeg bor
Kirketårn kom og brug dit horn, hyl mig ud af min blanke dør
Før jeg dør
Kirkesirener hyl mig ud af min blanke dør, hvor jeg bor
Kirketårn kom og brug dit horn, hyl mig ud af min
Blanke dør, før jeg dør
Før jeg dør, før jeg dør
Før jeg dør, før jeg dør