Thanks, Bastards!

Thank you Mr. Officer Grey 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 are rolled up into one
For every time your gun goes off, a 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

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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 out the seats
For all the times you sign your name, someone out there dies
Found a wallet, not a gun
A 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
I took the goods and ran
I took the goods, and ran

Homeland security vs civil liberty
I'm studying in the shadows of our state
I've seen the bones they tried to hide
Cutthroat livin's other side
The flood of US bathwater displaced
The funeral march of all the victims of your power war
Rob the right to steal the night and rebels shall be born
Forevermore you're the storm we should play after it pours
And joy is sure to come after your silence
The joy is sure to come after your silence

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
I took the goods and ran
I took the goods, and ran