It’s a meme, but it’s true. When seconds count, the cops are minutes away. If you say this to a cop, it tends to irritate them. Along with calling them “second responders”. But those are both true statements.
Behind The Music:
All the songs so far are here (LINK). You can pre-purchase all the rock songs now wherever you buy music electronically – do a search for Wilder’s Hammer. I’ll get the country songs up when I have a few hours of free time.
Seconds Count
By John Wilder
Out in the backwoods, where the shadows grow long
A man’s gotta stand on his own feet, gotta be strong
Can’t wait on the badge when the wolf’s at the door
They’ll show up too late, leavin’ blood on the floor
They talk big on duty, but when push comes to shove
Uvalde’s kids waited, no heroes from above
Bondi Beach bleedin’, cops hid from the fray
Won’t risk their own skin on a bad, bloody day
When seconds count, cops are minutes away
You’re on your own, brother, come what may
Don’t give up your guns, that’s the road to the cage
Jailed for your thoughts by a tyrant’s rage
When seconds count, stand tall and true
Your life’s blood is all up to you
Arm up strong, keep the wolves at bay
When seconds count,
the cops are minutes away
The lawman’s a myth when the danger is real
They write up the report after thugs seal the deal
The boys in blue, waitin’ safe in their ride
While innocents fall, no place left to hide
They promise protection, but it’s all just hot air
Uvalde’s shame lingers, Bondi Beach despair
Won’t charge into help, just watch from afar
Seein’ it all happen from their squad car
When seconds count, cops are minutes away
You’re on your own, brother, come what may
Don’t give up your guns, that’s the road to the cage
Jailed for your thoughts by a tyrant’s rage
When seconds count, stand tall and true
Your life’s blood is all up to you
Arm up strong, keep the wolves at bay
When seconds count,
the police are minutes away
So load up your chamber, keep your powder dry
Ain’t no one comin’ when you hear that cry
Tyrants love weakness, they thrive on the meek
But armed and ready, we hold what we see
When seconds count, cops are minutes away
Fight for your own, don’t kneel or sway
Gun rights are freedom, don’t let ’em slip
Or end up in irons for words from your lip
When seconds count, rise up and say
Fightin’ for yourself wins the day
Arm up strong, let the police play
When seconds count,
the cops are minutes away
Minutes away
Yeah, minutes away
Stand your ground
Come what may
Hopefully you will post a reminder when we can actually listen to and perhaps purchase some of the music.
Rock is all available to pre-purchase now, working on the country upload.
First responder is carried not called
GMTA I just texted something similar to an acquaintance.
I was a volunteer with Emergency Services:
Rule 1: move upwind/laterally of the toxic stuff
Rule 2: Run away.
The donut molesters don’t care about you they work for the corn studded turd known as government.
Actually, a good tune. Beginning to like these. And this song hurt.
Thank you. The mood (the way I read it) came out exactly as I intended.