Synthetic Medic · Song lyrics

Leading Questions

Genre: Punk Rock
Released: June 26, 2026
Length: 3:22

The words

Lyrics

Verse 1

Caller says her tummy hurts Started after lunch Walkin’ round and talking fine Just ate a bit too much But dispatch smells opportunity Those medic tones need love So now we’re digging desperately For something “serious enough” Any pressure Any tightness Any pain up in your jaw She said she ate mozzarella sticks And now she's got some heartburn, y'all

Pre-Chorus

I’ve asked you once I’ve asked you twice But I’ll ask a thousand freakin’ times If you’ve got chest pain Trouble breathing Or any serious complaints

Chorus

Leading questions I’ll find those medic tones somehow Turn a paper cut traumatic Before I’m off this headset now Leading questions Everybody gets A.L.S Toe pain turns “Cardiac" If you phrase the questions well

Verse 2

“Patient fell while gardening” No injuries to note Standing there embarrassed With some grass stains on his coat Okay but was there any weakness He just tripped over a rake Does he have any confusion Someone please just say chest pain Any numbness, Tingling fingers Palpitations Sense of dread He just wants some help back up Maybe I'll just say he hit his head

Pre-Chorus

I’ve asked you once I’ve asked you twice But I’ll ask a thousand freakin’ times If you’ve got chest pain Trouble breathing Or any serious complaints

Chorus 2

Leading questions I’ll find those medic tones somehow Keep on asking different ways Till something scary tumbles out Leading questions Everybody gets a truck “Feeling weird” becomes a crisis If dispatch pushes hard enough

Bridge

Can you ask if he feels anxious I wanna send medics to you Can you ask about chest pressure I'll keep pushing til you do Medic 8 is losing patience Medic 10's rolling their eyes Dispatch upgraded a cough To quote “he actually might die”

Chorus 3

Leading questions I’ll find those medic tones somehow Little things become priorities The way dispatch writes it down Leading questions I won't ever give up If the answers don’t fit dispatch I’ll just keep asking stuff

About this song

Asking the right questions during a 911 call matters.

Asking the same question seventeen different ways until somebody finally gives you the answer you wanted?

That's where things get interesting.

“Leading Questions” is dedicated to that mythical dispatcher who simply refuses to believe a call can survive without ALS attached to it.

Nausea?

Any chest pain?

Cut your leg shaving?

Are you on blood thinners?

Cough?

Surely you're short of breath.

Fell while gardening?

Any weakness? Numbness? Tingling? Confusion? Palpitations? Crushing sense of impending doom?

Please. We have medic tones ready to go.

Of course, dispatchers need to screen for serious symptoms, and seemingly minor complaints can sometimes hide genuinely serious emergencies.

That's not the joke.

The joke is what happens when screening turns into interrogation and the goal quietly changes from discovering what's happening to finding the magic words that justify the response you've already decided to send.

Ask whether somebody has chest pain enough times and eventually a tired caller might decide that, sure, something somewhere around their chest probably feels weird.

Congratulations.

The 22-year-old with the flu now has a cardiac complaint.

Somewhere, a set of medic tones drops.

Two paramedics stare silently at the radio.

Dispatch has done it again.

Because if the answers don't fit the dispatch...

just keep asking stuff.

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