29 August 2007 - mad song 2

Our database is Biblical:
  Sinners change to pillars
    Of rectitude.
    We must conclude
  The saintly are the killers.
We collate your drivers license
  With your tax return.
    Discrepancies?
    Wait here, please,
  And burn, baby, burn.

We follow procedure carefully.
  We’re honest, never fear.
    Secret warrants
    Flow in torrents—
  Shh! You didn’t hear!
If you make us mad, we’ll show you
  The picture of perdition.
    A furtive flight
    Will draw by night
  An extraordinary rendition.

From a list of fancied furies
  Invented by committees,
    With random rules
    The ship of fools
  Defends our tender cities
As gallantly as Procrustes
  And as stupidly as is clever.
    You’re in a cell
    Or off to hell
  Or safe and sound forever.