The head of them won't listen to
The warnings of a low cop
He says no evidence has he
The friend is threatened out
Surrounding cops are nervous now
Of maybe threats unheeded
The friend urges them to be prepared
But things do fall too late
A traitor cop traps all inside
And runs so fast away
A countdown done, gas air fills the room
Infiltrates their lungs
Gasping, dying, all the cops
Are filled with poison deep
On film for all the people to see
The Flight's official blow.
Next Week: Hurry
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