The Police and the Private
Metric Lyrics


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Get straight, wait here while I try to find the exit sign
When we stop asking strangers, no one wants what we want
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag
Never expect to be sure

You're working for the police and the private
The pirates and the pilots
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
The doctor, the writer, the hairdresser
Felt up and fingerprinted waiting for the train

Lord, lord mother we are all losing love
Lord, listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord, lord mother we are all losing love
Lord, listen lover we are all missing something I don't got

There's a place that ends here, I know
When they close the gates I'll cry
I'm so tired of never sleeping
The whole world wants what we're on

Didn't make this up I learned, I learned it from a friend
My friend is coming clean, she told me
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bed
Never expect to be sure who you're working for

You're working for the police and the private
The pirates and the pilots
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
The doctor, the writer, the garbage collector
Fingerprinted waiting for the train

Lord, lord mother we are all losing love
Lord, listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord, lord mother we are all losing love
Lord, listen lover we are all missing mama

Lord, lord mother we are all losing love
Lord, listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord, lord mother we are all losing love
Lord, listen lover we are all missing love





Got to get out
Got to get to you, the orphanage is closing in an hour

Overall Meaning

Metric's song The Police and the Private is a commentary on the modern reality of being constantly watched and monitored. The lyrics suggest a feeling of paranoia and uncertainty as the singer wanders through life, unsure of who to trust or what is truly happening around them. The line "Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag, never expect to be sure" encapsulates this feeling perfectly.


The chorus of the song describes how everyone, no matter their profession, is being watched and controlled by those in power: "You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots." The repeated refrain of "Lord, lord mother we are all losing love" adds to the sense of despair and disillusionment.


The song ends on a somewhat hopeful note as the singer pleads "Got to get out, got to get to you, the orphanage is closing in an hour." This final line can be interpreted in a few different ways - perhaps it is a call to action, a desire to break free from the surveillance and oppression and find a way to connect with people on a deeper level. Or, it could simply be a literal plea to someone they care about, suggesting that even in the midst of all this chaos there are still moments of love and connection to be found.


Line by Line Meaning

Get straight, wait here while I try to find the exit sign
Stay focused and patient while I search for a way out of this situation.


When we stop asking strangers, no one wants what we want
We should stop relying on others to understand our desires since they will never truly share them.


Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag
Be alert and vigilant at all times to avoid potential danger or loss.


Never expect to be sure
Nothing in life is certain, and we must be prepared for uncertainty and ambiguity.


You're working for the police and the private
Everyone is ultimately subject to authority, whether it be from law enforcement or private corporations.


The pirates and the pilots
These forces represent both lawless and lawful power structures that can either serve or exploit us.


Fingerprinted waiting for the train
The mundane experience of public transportation serves as a metaphor for the loss of privacy and individuality in society.


The doctor, the writer, the hairdresser
These are examples of professions that we might not readily associate with fingerprinting or loss of personal freedom.


Felt up and fingerprinted waiting for the train
Even seemingly innocent activities can lead to infringement on our rights and personal space.


Lord, lord mother we are all losing love
A feeling of disconnection and isolation plagues us all.


Lord, listen lover we are all missing mama
We long for a sense of comfort and security that we may never fully regain.


There's a place that ends here, I know
Everything is impermanent, and we cannot cling to any particular place or moment in time.


When they close the gates I'll cry
The finality and harshness of closure can evoke powerful emotions.


I'm so tired of never sleeping
The stress of constantly being on alert can wear a person down to exhaustion.


The whole world wants what we're on
Our unique perspective and resources make us vulnerable to the desires and demands of others.


Didn't make this up I learned, I learned it from a friend
Our knowledge and beliefs are often informed by the experiences and teachings of those around us.


My friend is coming clean, she told me
The truth can be difficult to reveal, but it is essential for healing and growth.


Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bed
We must balance the pursuit of personal safety and satisfaction with our need for rest and relaxation.


Never expect to be sure who you're working for
Even ostensible allies or employers may have their own agenda and motives.


The doctor, the writer, the garbage collector
These diverse professionals represent the universality of fingerprints and the absence of true individuality in the eyes of larger social systems.


Got to get out
We must take action to get ourselves out of difficult or dangerous situations.


Got to get to you, the orphanage is closing in an hour
We must prioritize and act quickly before we lose opportunities or endanger ourselves or others.




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MockTurtle91

Lyrics:
Get straight and wait here while I try to find the exit sign
When will you stop asking strangers, no one wants what we want
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag
Never expect to be sure

You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
The doctor, the writer, the hairdresser,
Felt up and fingerprinted waiting for the train

Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing something I don't got

There's a place that ends here I know
When they close the gates I'll cry
So tired of never sleeping
The whole world wants what we're on

Didn't make this up I learned, I learned it from a friend
My friend is coming clean, she told me
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bed
Never expect to be sure who you're working for

You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
The doctor, the writer, the garbage collector
Felt up and fingerprinted waiting for the train

Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord lord mother were all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing love
Got to get out
Got to get to you, the orphanage is closing in an hour



Roiy Benkel

Get straight and wait here while I try to find the exit sign
When will you stop asking strangers, no one wants what we want
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag
Never expect to be sure who you're working for

You're working for the police and the private, the pilots and the pirates
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
The doctor, the writer, the hairdresser,
Felt up and fingerprinted waiting for the train

Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing something I don't got

There's a place that ends here I know
When they close the gates I'll cry
So tired of never sleeping
The whole world wants what we're on

Didn't make this up I learned, I learned it from a friend
My friend is coming clean, she told me
Keep one eye on the bed, keep one eye on the door
Never expect to be sure who you're working for

You're working for the police and the private, the pilots and the pirates
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
The doctor, the writer, the garbage collector
Felt up and fingerprinted waiting for the train

Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing love
Got to get out
Got to get to you, the orphanage is closing in an hour



All comments from YouTube:

Jeremy Woodard

Love metric so much, great band!

Max Mayerson

My ex showed me this song... Hurts to listen to but still can't keep away

princeoffriendship

this is magical...

Camille Campbell

Yes it is.

Ajay

I love the way her voice bounces when she says 'mama'

Daniel Vida Breve

Eu amo tanto foi trilha de fundo em momentos unicos meus vividos. 💚

MockTurtle91

Lyrics:
Get straight and wait here while I try to find the exit sign
When will you stop asking strangers, no one wants what we want
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag
Never expect to be sure

You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
The doctor, the writer, the hairdresser,
Felt up and fingerprinted waiting for the train

Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing something I don't got

There's a place that ends here I know
When they close the gates I'll cry
So tired of never sleeping
The whole world wants what we're on

Didn't make this up I learned, I learned it from a friend
My friend is coming clean, she told me
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bed
Never expect to be sure who you're working for

You're working for the police and the private, the pirates and the pilots
Fingerprinted waiting for the train
The doctor, the writer, the garbage collector
Felt up and fingerprinted waiting for the train

Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord lord mother we are all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing mama
Lord lord mother were all losing love
Lord listen lover we are all missing love
Got to get out
Got to get to you, the orphanage is closing in an hour

Michael sims

WOW

Guy Saunders

If I were listing my own soundtrack to my own life, I'd put this in 1st place. It's got everything, the reverie, the wild abandon, the sing it out loud, the English Beat, the message,. I think it might be my favorite song ever recorded. This or Nomeansno, 'Heaven is the dust beneath my shoes'.

SebaMillonario

The style of this song makes me remember Lorde in a way

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