S.W.A.T.
The call comes in to meet
To rendezvous at a secret place
I quickly get suited up
And take my rifle from its case
As we drive down the road
All huddled up in a van
Checking our equipment
Preparing to execute the plan
As we approach the house
Not knowing what lies ahead
With a halligan in hand
they lie asleep in bed
The battering ram strikes
as break and rake hooks crash
Confusion fills the air
with broken shards of glass
Securing hands in zip-cuffs
The METH-lab’s still hot
Just another night
In the life of S.W.A.T.
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