Lyrics

(Heavy guitar riff, drums kick in)
[Verse 1]
He walks the beat when the city sleeps,
Steel in his stare, heart buried deep.
Truth is a fire that burns in his chest,
He don’t need rest — he just needs a vest!
[Verse 2]
Cracked in the cradle, a voice never grew,
Now he speaks like a child, but his fists cut through.
Mock him, doubt him — go on, take a shot,
You’ll find out quick just how loud justice rocks!
[Chorus]
🎤 He’s high-pitched thunder, a siren in the dark!
Small voice, big bite, leaves a permanent mark.
Stand up, stand back — here comes the law!
The squeaky crusader with a heart full of raw!
[Verse 3]
He shields the weak, the lost, and the bruised,
Gives every last breath to the life he choose(d).
Behind that badge is a soul that won’t break,
Even when his voice sounds like a birthday cake!
[Bridge – Spoken with childlike distortion, echoed under guitars]
“Freeze, dirtbag… or I’ll tickle you into justice!”
[Final Chorus – Full force]
🎤 He’s high-pitched thunder, a siren in the dark!
Soft tone, hard bones — lighting up the park!
Mock him, fear him, he don’t give a damn,
He’s the guardian angel with a justice jam!
[Outro – Guitar solo fades into sirens]