Sparks – Escape (Part 2) (2009) | Track profile | Dork

Sparks – Escape (Part 2) (2009) | Track profile | Dork

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Escape (Part 2)

[Policeman 1]:

Calling every unit, every unit respond

Don’t let him out of your sight

He won’t be running too long

[Policeman 2]:

I can see him up ahead, a gray sweater on

And if he doesn’t respond

What sort of force should we don?

[Policeman 1]:

Only as a last resort should force be applied

And don’t allow him to hide

They want him taken alive

[Policeman 1 and Policeman 2]:

Only as a last resort should force be applied

And don’t allow him to hide

They want him taken alive

[Ingmar Bergman]:

More and more police cars after me and I don’t even know where I’m running

It’s not as if I’ll see a sign saying

‘Sweden – This Way.’

[Policeman 1]:

Mr. Bergman, give it up, you’ll never escape

You have no hope and no prayer

You sure ain’t going nowhere

[Ingmar Bergman]:

I can’t let them catch me

This place is death to me

This place is death to me

This place is death to me

[Policeman 1]:

Calling every helicopter, follow that man

And if he don’t understand

Bring in a translator, man

And refrain from shooting just as long as you can

But if it needs to be done

Well, you all carry a gun

[Ingmar Bergman]:

Helicopters! What next?! I am now an actor in a bad big budget

Hollywood action film

[Policeman 2]:

Captain we’ve lost sight of him, no there he is now

He’s stopped, he’s wiping his brow

Wait, he’s now running I vow

We won’t let him get away, he’s heading due west

And who would ever have guessed

He’d be this big of a pest

[Ingmar Bergman]:

I’ve got to run

I’ve got to run

I’ve got to run

I’ve got to run

[Policeman 1]:

Copters, fire rockets, we are losing his trail

We cannot let this plan fail

The dogs are hot on his trail

Copters, fire rockets, we are losing his trail

We cannot let this plan fail

The dogs are hot on his trail

[Ingmar Bergman]:

I’ve got to run

I’ve got to run

[Policeman 1]:

Helicopter Number One, we see him, I’m sure

The visibility’s poor

But he just can’t run much more

Fire rockets, he won’t know what hit him, I’m sure

Before he reaches the shore

A little afternoon gore

Captain fire rockets we are losing his trail

We cannot let this plan fail

The dogs are hot on his trail

[The Studio Chief]:

This is Mr. Weiss, yes, yes, the studio chief

I sit in stunned disbelief

That Bergman’s causing you grief

Hollywood’s in dire need of what he can bring

But it will not mean a thing

If he is dead, that’s the thing

Still, we can’t allow him to go back where he came

And though we’d relish his name

He can’t go back where he came

Summing up, alive is best, but if there’s no choice

Though we can’t gloat and rejoice

Well there just might be no choice

Summing up, alive is best, but if there’s no choice

Though we can’t gloat and rejoice

Well there just might be no choice

[Ingmar Bergman]:

This is insane

I sense, though, that I’m close to the shore

Why should that feel like a relief...?

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