Lyrics:

He was dead on his feet
Too many ends to meet
He felt like an empty gun
He felt the claw of the law
And heard the voice say 'Son,
What is it you're up to?'
Looking like an accident
Waiting to happen.
Politics, money or dope
Empty pockets, emptier hope.
You could've been all tucked in tonight
Ted Kopel could've been your night
Light. Instead we're both out here
Looking like accidents
Waiting to happen.
Good cop Yang and bad cop Yin...
Strap on cuffs and take him on in.
Yin says 'This is just like shotgun fishing,
We ought to come back to this hole again'.
Bitten lip bantor, loose leaf panthers,
Way too wordy an episode...
Likes to ride standing up
On a bumpier road.
Yang says 'What do you think, the kid,
He was trying to say?'
The kid screams out 'I'm just and accident,
I didn't plan I tthis way.'
Pathfinder, 'tween wrath and rage.
Time displayed of the open page.
(Duct tape solo)
Pathfinder... Well displayed