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 > 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