RICOS KNOCKING

Verse 1

Snow on Fairview, blue lights glow

One cop dead, and the questions grow

John O’Keefe lost his voice

while everyone else got a choice

Some wrote reports a year too late

Some blamed fate,

some changed the date

Some sent texts that turned to flames

Now the whole damn state knows their names

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Chorus

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Proctor’s gone, Goode walked too

But isn’t that what the guilty do?

Every week another shoe drops down

Another crown goes rolling through the town

Resigned. Retired. Transferred. Fired.

Every headline climbing higher.

Every new revelation fueling the fire.

You can bury records.You can stall the clock.

But eventually the truth kicks down the lock.

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Verse 2

Higgins feeling walls cave in,

While the people kept digging in.

Dever caught in the fallout rain

Nobodys escaping without a stain

Alberts watching the pressure climb

Lawyers pulling every timeline

Proctor is still standing in the heat

While motions march through every street

The Alberts, McCabes, every sworn account

Every contradiction starting to count

Every interview, every call, every text

People asking what comes next

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Pre-Chorus

They said:

“Nothing to see.”

We the people say:

“Then why won’t you let us see?”

“Set the damn records free.”

“Why all the secrecy?”

“Sick of the hypocrisy?”

Show us transparency instead of redacted pages we can’t read.

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Chorus

🎤

Proctor’s badge is history now

Goode’s gone too,

try & defend that somehow..

Years of power, years of rank

Now the public’s making withdrawals from the bank.

And no we’re not forgetting Officer Lank.

Trust, faith and benefit of doubt.

Funny how fast it all runs out.

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Too many days.

Lost in the haze.

Too many years.

Too many fears.

Unknown DNA.

Yet they swore it’s okay.

Broken trust.

Now answers are a must.

Who’s moving on?

Who will be proved wrong?

Final Chorus

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Unexplained cop death in the winter snow

Started something they can no longer control

The turtle screamed.

The records came.

The motions flew.

The public changed.

Now every hearing fills the room

And every filing shakes the tomb

Of old assumptions, old excuses,

old boys’ clubs and old abuses.

Because once the people start reading…

The silence starts bleeding.

The secrets start falling.

And the walls start talking.

You controlled the headlines.

You controlled the spin.

But the minute the people saw behind the curtain…

You stopped deciding how this story ends.

The truth needs no blessing.

The people learned the lesson.

The people kept writing.

The truth kept fighting.

The lies kept fading.

The facts kept waiting.

They controlled the narrative.

They controlled the stage.

Until the people started turning the page.

For John. For Karen.For every voice they tried to outrun.

Buckle up stay tuned because the fallout has only just begun.

And the whole damn Commonwealth is singing along…