Radar - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Got to the driver of my car

And past the dogs, past the guards

And all of my alarms

Supposed to be so state of the art

You penetrate my radar

You drop a bomb in my backyard

You penetrate my radar

You played me like a chess game

And now you say, "Checkmate"

While you go running freely spendin' money every place

And me, I got to hide and I don't dare to show my face

If I am guilty, so are you

It was March 4th, 1982

We're ridin' 'round forever on an empty tank of gas

And an empty pocketbook, I better get it to the bank

High up in a glider, high up here without a care

I got all the time in the world

I got all the time in the world to spare