Poison-Stripes

It's a thankless chore Day in and day out. But it's one that no one else can or will do. Unless one of us dies, in battle or otherwise And then recruitment's the fun part. Not a good prospect, however. No pay, though All volunteers Unlike those rent-a-cop jerks in out west, but I digress. Nights are long, days are even rougher but someone has to do it Even if it's just some poor sap All by their lonesome. At least the effort's being made to protect the place Cops can't do everything Half the stuff we done Even the military doesn't know Nor will they ever The fears Fear of death Fear of being discovered Fear of exploita