A tune about the frustrations of working at NYC EMS in New York.
Tom is an employee of NYC EMS. He is also shop steward for his garage. The song talks of no respect for the hardest working in EMS- the tecs. People who deal with "the madness" of our sick society. The men and women who go out and respond to 911 calls-even if they are fakers or not. Once alerted to a scene (or non scene) action must be taken or else everyone SUES!!!!!
Lyrics: Tom Reardon
Music: Tom Reardon & Seizure Crypt
I sit on a corner in my rig
Waiting for the calls of the day
To be called, then ridiculed
Told by my job-“This MADNESS won’t go away!”
Disrespected
No care of abuse
Society’s crippling infection-mass murder
(trapped like rats)
This city’s a noose!
There is no legacy or hallowed ground
By the ones who stood before
Too many problems, zero solutions
Answers found by a revolving door!
Apathy reigns, desire is killed
Before you learn to fly
The big red truck rules this city
Where they ignore our outraged cries!