Nowhere to Run Ten Years After

I read a lot of things I've seen in the papers
And they went right through my head
Robbers and killers and midnight rapers
Who will get you in your bed

The world's not safe for living in;
There's too much hate and too much sin
Got to get help from the new world shapers
Or it might just be too late
Gimme a line on the telephone;
Come on baby, don't make it alone
No-where to run, no-where to hide

Can't stop you doping, you still think I'm joking; such a shame
You know I love you, I'm thinking of you, you and me

I heard a lot of tales about heavenly dopers
Who are trying to make a break
Know a lot of folk who are daily smokers
'Cause they just can't take it straight

Reality can be a strain;
There's too much hate and too much pain
Got to get some help or the air will choke us
Or it might soon be too late