Relic Nine: Cop of Coruscant

Ow! Deep in the alleys where the neon burns, Where smugglers hide

and the galaxy turns, There walks a shadow with a blaster so fine,

Not a Jedi, not a Sith, just Relic Nine. They call him officer,

but ranks don't define, He skipped every badge, went straight to

divine. He doesn't fight for credits, he doesn't fight for fame,

But slip him five dollars, he'll remember your name. Raise your glass,

let the cantina roar, For the cop who could settle a galactic war,

Two girls, one cup, he saved them with style, The underworld whispers