Texty: The Police. Invisible Sun.

I don't want to spend the rest of my life
Looking at the barrel of an armalite
I don't want to spend the rest of my days
Keeping out of trouble like the soldiers say
I don't want to spend my time in hell
Looking at the walls of a prison cell
I don't even want to play the part
Of a statistic on a government chart

There has to be an invisible sun
It gives it's heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done

It's dark all day and it glows all night
Factory smoke and acetylene light
I face the day with my head caved in
Looking like something that the cat dragged in

There has to be an invisible sun
It gives it's heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done

And they're only going to change this place
By killing everybody in the human race
And they would kill me for a cigarette
But I don't even want to die just yet

There has to be an invisible sun
It gives it's heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done

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All I want is a room (place) somewhere
Far away from the cold night air