Thank you Mr. Officer Great for all the things you said to me, for all the good that you have ever done. Without you, what would I be, you're the gas upon my flames, my love and rage all rolled up into one. For every time your gun goes off, and new rebel is born. So when there's 41 bullets, there's 41 thousand thorns in your side We'll take a ride down to Precinct 29, and we'll sing and dance and break the code of silence.
Thank you governor Thank you governor To the mayor and The commissioner Your monster is alive now she's taken to the streets crashing through your opera house and tearing at the seats For all the times you sign your name, someone out there dies Found a wallet, not a gun Your mother's wipin' tears From her eyes We despise Your hollow truths and honest lies Now you can sing the monster into slumber
THANKS BASTARDS! You made me what I am
THANKS BASTARDS! I took the goods and ran
THANKS BASTARDS! You made me what I am
THANKS BASTARDS! I took the goods and ran
I took the goods and ran X3
Homeland security vs civil liberty I'm studying in the shadows of our state I've seen the bones they tried to hide Cutthroat living other side The flood of US bath water displaced
The funeral march of all the victims of your power war Have robbed the right to steal the night and rebels shall be born for ever more you're the storm we should play after it pours