National Security Song

That's the song the sirens sing,
speeding through interchanges and down reckless streets.
Coming to keep order when in their heads they hear something ring.
Coming from a bell ringer higher up the hierarchy , setting them loose from their regrets.

Like Pavlov puppy dogs injected with a performance enhancer,
the departments all coerce to promote insight paralysis.
Learning their lines from security dressed seducers,
tracing their tricks all the way back to Genesis.

Down by the river
they're mopping up another murder.
The words don't mean a thing,
when all you want to hear is someone sing.

A song bird out in the back yard.
Trying to keep the beat while it's still preserved.