Protocol Panic (Shaun's Dispatch Blues)

Another tone, another call, But the protocol don’t make sense at all. Is it Delta? Is it Bravo? Who even knows? Shaun’s head’s spinning, eyes about to close. Clickin’ through ProQA like it’s a maze, "Repeat the address?"—I’m stuck in a haze. They want a heart attack but send a stubbed toe, Dispatch, I swear, you puttin’ on a show! (Chorus) Dispatch, you’re driving me mad, Your protocols are broken and bad. Shaun’s on the edge, losing his cool, Tryna follow rules that don’t follow the rules. Oh, it’s chaos in the headset zone, And Shaun just wants to throw the phone! (Verse 2) Caller’s panicking, "He’s not breathing right!" Protocol says, “Check if the porch has light.” Are we saving lives or wasting time? Why does this system feel like a crime? A stubbed toe gets an ALS crew, But grandma coding? “We’ll see what we can do.” Shaun’s got scripts, but not common sense, Just red tape wrapped like barbed-wire fence. (Chorus) Dispatch, you’re breaking my brain, Like a siren blaring in the pouring rain. Shaun’s just tryna do his job right, But your logic’s out of sight. So he’s shouting into the mic with rage, "I didn’t sign up for this cage!" (Bridge) He dreams of a world where calls make sense, Where protocols aren’t so damn intense. Where EMD is clear and smooth, And dispatch doesn’t k**l the groove. (Final Chorus) Dispatch, you gotta chill out, You're turning calm calls into a shout. Shaun’s at his desk, losing his mind, Begging for a protocol that’s kind. But till then, he’ll take the pain, And ride this wild EMS train! (Outro) Yeah, Shaun’s still here, headset tight, Fighting dispatch with all his might. But deep down he knows the score— EMS is chaos... and so much more.