Sworn to protect and serve, but the question’s who?
There’s bin a 10-80 downtown, it was all over the news.
They’ve mobilised a small army, called in the drones.
They’re going house-to-house, yeah it’s a fuckin’ war-zone!
The loudspeaker PSYOPs pollute the air with noise.
A brace of Apache’s hover with their weapon-load poised.
A squad of combat troops smashes Mrs. Doe’s door.
Shoot her barking dog dead and butt her bleeding to the floor.
This ain’t law enforcement, a neighbourhood patrol:
They’re beyond overkill, they’re outta control.
They’re locked and loaded and they’re comin’ your way.
They’ll shoot to kill so better do what they say.
You wanted bang for your buck – well you got it!
Well it’s all for your safety, you pay for the best.
Slavin’ 9 to 5 and let the FED print the rest.
Gotta catch a young perp, gonna hunt him down.
Let the armoured cars roll and the jackboots pound.
©30.7.2014 Andrew Robert Chapman
There’s bin a 10-80 downtown, now they’re comin’ for you.
There’s bin a 10-80 downtown, now they’re on the move.
They’ve mobilised a small army, but you’re on your own.
Well it’s all for your safety, wanted bang for your buck
Slavin’ 9 to 5, for the wicked there’s no rest.
Let the armoured cars roll and the sirens sound.