The Regulators
CE Fleming
The chime of bike bells ring in the air
The paperboy tosses, preparing for the game
Baseball is his glory, its all for the fame
Until she walks out that door
That vixen, that dame
While he wishes to ride her good
A red van pulls down the street
The driver inside with evil plans
To kill, to regulate, it is in his hands
Rolling down the window, preparing for the end
The paperboy stops, admiring the girl
Unaware of the danger he faces
People walk out of their hidden places
To get the papers dropped moments before
That is when the shot rings out, the shot heard 'round the world
One Shot, hits the paperboy
Sending him falling to the ground
The people drop, looking cautiously around
Fear mixed with sweat keeps them from screaming
But not before they see the gleaming gun in the window
It takes aim for the dog, rushing for the fallen paper
Second Shot, hits the dog
It drops as well, liquid blood pouring
As the Regulator starts his scoring
The brother and sister at the store,
Stop their bickering, two by four
The gun takes aim for the little boy brat
And fires again, rat, tat, tat.
The colored hair dame that stood at the store
Jumped in the way, to protect that baby boy
Her arm takes the pain, the bullet, and the blood
And the Regulator speeds off
Scattering dust and gravel in his wake
The people look full of fear, and shake
The van is gone, but is soon replaced
By a black one this time, with malice and distaste
The people outside are licking their wounds
As the van stops, and waits for a while
And just when they start to notice this van
Another shots sounds out, killing a man
The man falls, and so does his head
The people soon realize this man is dead
Down the street comes another car
In this one is a woman, naughty by far
Cheating was she, with a lawyer man
Coming home quickly to fry up the pan
She saw the commotion, she saw the chaos
She stopped the car, to smash into the van
And sent it flying, with haste and bedlam
It crashed into the hydrant, the water started flying
The man inside took aim once more, and the woman was dying
Her shoulder, head and chest were torn
Letting her bad blood spill on the floor
She staggered for moments, then fell like the rest
For she had been judged, execution the test
She passed it so, and dies too, leaving the world behind
The black van drove off in a fury, before a man could stop it
The people left alive all huddled around
To think of a plan, before the Regulators returned
The man with the cheating wife screamed
As he saw the blood that belonged to her gleam
Rain started to pour, hard like nails
Far off in the distance, another van hailed
The people saw the pink van with hearts
And screamed and ran to shelter their parts.
The van pulled in, and started to shoot
The neighborhood witch was hit by this shot
Her arm was hanging, using it she was not
The van with hearts didn't stop there
It fired more shots into the wet air
They missed and hit objects, without spirit
The van disappeared again with haste
The Regulators are ruthless, with malice and haste
And often come 'round to punish the wicked
They are the judge, jury, and executioner
To kill and to regulate is their priority
So when another tornado comes 'round
You better not stand, get your butt off the ground
And hide if you're bad, duck if you're good
They kill for pleasure, they kill for fun
So when you see that black van, you better run!