"Interordinary Time Patrol" genre: Progressive Rock
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	At its core, this is a simple song about alienation, like so many songs before. It's got a sci-fi touch to it, though, and a few dabs of some really bizarre imagery, that make it a worthwhile listen, I believe.
	Credits: Production and Addtional vocals by John LaSala (www.mp3.com/johnlasala)
	Lyrics He's a broken promise. He's an outright lie. He's collecting needles And sticking them in his eye. He's a broken record. He's a phony line. He's a bit like everyone: He's searching for a sign. (We've got him in our sights; He'll never get away!) He does not belong here. He was molded from the clay. Interordinary Time Patrol Is on its way. He's a fallen angel. He's an open sore. He can run away from it, But he'll be back for more. He's an undead fetus. He's a nightmare child. One day, he may have to Face the world that he defiled. He does not belong here. He was taken from his day. Interordinary Time Patrol Is on its way. No one's ever seen them But we know what they're about. Quickly and efficiently They take offenders out.

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