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lyrics: J. Morse © 1985 Moonlit night and stubborn fright Settle on a sleepless town As silence battles windswept rattles Eyes to eyes -- staring down Electric passion in a morbid fashion Melting into ashen skin Spotlight shines on frightened lines And now you let the trance begin Oh, what is your identity? Can you tell me where you're from? Can you explain what you were doing here? Where were you last night, son? Come on down to the station house We'll treat you like a prince All we want is photograph And a set of fingerprints Release the grip and let it slip And ashen skin walks on Five foot eight and sultry gait Where has the justice gone? Try six foot two, and eyes of blue And technicolor brown It's getting late -- get your story straight And maybe then I'll be around Oh, what is your identity? Can you tell me where you're from? Can you explain what you were doing here? Where were you last night, son? Come on down to the station house We'll treat you like a prince All we want is photograph And a set of fingerprints Flashing red can wake the dead And ashen skin walks on Is the truth unknown? You've now been shown Suspicion's never gone All we wanted to say to you Your reputation is like a prince It's been a case of mistaken identity We proved it by the fingerprints |