The Echo Police shoot twice and ask you Zero Zero questions.
Shady sessions in the backroom...
Double spotlight, they whistle tunes.
They hole you up, a hollow wall...
They hear you call. The needle's in the red.
The print-out scribbles - OVERLOAD - in code.
No-one shows an ounce of mercy
No-one turns a hair.
You scream, you shout and they shout back.
Exact, in tune....
No room for argument.
The Echo Police just don't know how.