[Intro - Creepy Voice]
My name is Chucky… you wanna play?
Keep your hands where I can see them.
[Verse 1]
He came with a notebook, a badge, and a stare,
I came with the questions and a camera in air.
“First Amendment,” I said, “I’m allowed to be here.”
He leaned in close like he wanted my fear.
A good-guy activist, Doc at my side,
We stood on the sidewalk; we didn’t step inside.
Then his voice got sharp and his jaw pulled tight—
“You’re making this difficult.” “I’m recording you right.”
[Chorus]
“Why are you touching me?” the young guy cried,
The officer’s hand still pressed to his side.
We want the truth, not a story they spin,
Say it plain, let the camera roll in.
“Why are you touching me?” Say it again—
Rights don’t disappear when the badge walks in.
[Verse 2]
He said, “You’re acting up,” like a phrase makes it true,
Doc asked for a name; I kept the lens on the two.
No threat, no swing, no reason to grab,
Just a question, a sidewalk, a hand on the back.
I felt that old panic rise under my skin,
But I kept my voice steady and counted to ten.
“Don’t turn this around; don’t make me the crime.”
The red light kept blinking, keeping good time.
[Bridge]
Creepy voice from the doorway: “You wanna play?”
The crowd held its breath; nobody looked away.
One small question cut through the scene:
“Why are you touching me?” Clear and clean.
[Chorus]
“Why are you touching me?” the young guy cried,
The officer’s hand still pressed to his side.
We want the truth, not a story they spin,
Say it plain, let the camera roll in.
“Why are you touching me?” Say it again—
Rights don’t disappear when the badge walks in.
[Outro]
My name is Chucky… you wanna play?
The camera remembers what they say.