Two-tier blues!

Two-tiered world is what we get in this fictional country.

This is pure satire and any meaning taken out of context is all on you!

[Verse 1]
There’s a cop on the corner with a shiny hat,
He’ll throw you in jail for whistling at a cat.
But if the aliens steal your car tonight,
He’ll shake their hands and say “That’s alright!”

[Refrain]
Badge on his chest but it don’t mean fair,
Justice is missing but they just don’t care.

[Chorus]
It’s a two-tier policing show,
One rule for them, one rule for Joe.
They treat invaders like VIPs,
While we get cuffs for sneezin’ in threes.
It’s a two-tier policing game,
We do the time, they walk away.
Order, order — what a ruse!
Welcome to the two-tier blues.

[Verse 2]
Sent to the cell for a fuss about the little school,
While alien mischief gets treated like the golden rule.
They’re guarding neon hotels that shine through the night,
And we march in line under their flashing light.

[Refrain]
Oh the sirens wail but they’re off-key,
Playing dumb notes of hypocrisy.

[Chorus]
It’s a two-tier policing show,
One rule for them, one rule for Joe.
They treat invaders like VIPs,
While we get cuffs for sneezin’ in threes.
It’s a two-tier policing game,
We do the time, they walk away.
Order, order — what a ruse!
Welcome to the two-tier blues.

[Bridge] (spoken/shouted, playful)
“Citizen, freeze! Drop that sandwich on the ground!
You’re under arrest for looking too patriotic all around!
Aliens, step right in — enjoy the royal suite,
Five-star pancakes waiting for you to eat!”

[Breakdown]
Two-tier, two-tier, sing it loud,
We’re second-class in our own crowd.
Two-tier, two-tier, don’t confuse—
We’re all stuck with the two-tier blues.

[Final Chorus]
It’s a two-tier policing show,
One rule for them, one rule for Joe.
They treat invaders like VIPs,
While we get cuffs for sneezin’ in threes.
It’s a two-tier policing game,
We do the time, they walk away.
Raise your voice, we’ve paid our dues—
Still we’ve got the two-tier blues.