Sorti en 1983 comme premier single de leur album Undercover, « Undercover of the Night » des Rolling Stones est l’une des chansons les plus chargées politiquement du groupe. Profondément influencé par le climat politique violent en Amérique latine, Mick Jagger a conçu les paroles comme un récit cru sur la corruption et l’oppression. La fusion de la batterie rock régulière de Watts avec les rythmes teintés de reggae et les textures électroniques de Dunbar a créé un groove hypnotique, presque dansant, qui a élevé le sentiment d’urgence de la chanson, ce qui en fait l’un des morceaux les plus dynamiques rythmiquement de la discographie des Stones.
Hear the screams of Center 42
Loud enough to bust your brains out
The opposition’s tongue is cut in two
Keep off the street ’cause you’re in danger
One hundred thousand disparus
Lost in the jails in South America
Loud enough to bust your brains out
The opposition’s tongue is cut in two
Keep off the street ’cause you’re in danger
One hundred thousand disparus
Lost in the jails in South America
Cuddle up, baby
Cuddle up, tight
Cuddle up, baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
Cuddle up, tight
Cuddle up, baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
The sex police are out there on the streets
Make sure the pass laws are not broken
The race militia has got itchy fingers
All the way from New York back to Africa
Make sure the pass laws are not broken
The race militia has got itchy fingers
All the way from New York back to Africa
Cuddle up, baby
Keep it all out of sight
Cuddle up, baby
Keep it all out of sight
Cuddle up, baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover, undercover
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
Keep it all out of sight
Cuddle up, baby
Keep it all out of sight
Cuddle up, baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover, undercover
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
All the young men, they’ve been rounded up
And sent to camps back in the jungle
And people whisper, people double-talk
And once proud fathers act so humble
All the young girls, they have got the blues
They’re heading on back to Center 42
And sent to camps back in the jungle
And people whisper, people double-talk
And once proud fathers act so humble
All the young girls, they have got the blues
They’re heading on back to Center 42
Keep it undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Keep it undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
Keep it all out of sight
Keep it undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
Down in the bars, the girls are painted blue
Done up in lace, done up in rubber
The John’s are jerky little G.I. Joe’s
On R&R from Cuba and Russia
The smell of sex, the smell of suicide
All these dream things I can’t keep inside
Done up in lace, done up in rubber
The John’s are jerky little G.I. Joe’s
On R&R from Cuba and Russia
The smell of sex, the smell of suicide
All these dream things I can’t keep inside
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night
Undercover of the night
Undercover of the night
Undercover, undercover
Undercover of the night
Undercover of the night
Undercover, undercover
Undercover of the night