Policing, Post-Revolution

We called the police but no one came We tried 9-1-1 it wasn't the same We placed a request for a social psychologist Who showed up a part-time mixologist She surveyed the scene Five shot, four dead Mixed some bloody Marys Then gagged and fled Next morning we called City Hall to report the night's crimes The phone answered by a Ms. Regal who told us now everything's legal We drank our coffee, stunned and confused walked down the street where bullies abused Poor little kids who were walking to school where kids pack heat and break all the rules We finally decided, eough is enough without the police, lifes's just too tough The neighborhood crawls now with all kinds of smack but we're stuck here forever, 'cos our car got hijacked