Trigger happy psychopaths quick to kick your door down

A pretense of protection to legitimize their violence

Keep you desperate, penniless and locked in your routine

Keep the empty pockets empty and the deepest pockets deep

They monopolized survival when they privatized the world

And in the name of lady liberty filled prisons with the poor

Keep the underclasses servile and the vagrants off the street

A paltry price to pay to keep the upper class's peace

But growing numb ain't growing up, so we'll get dead or we'll get tough

Find or make the things we need; we'll grow some food, we'll steal some things

And if that ain't enough we'll get persistent we'll get rough

Raise the stakes, reclaim the streets to build a home for you and me

The state's a gruesome beast and it lies through gruesome teeth:

For the people, by the people; not the people that it eats

For on its breath hangs heavy wretched stench of rotten rebel meat

A river's worth of blood to grease the gears of the machine

And its teeth make gruesome bars that stretch cold for miles and miles

Gaps filled thick with flesh of those that dare defy its power

A continent of cages toil in shackles yet unfree

Another chapter in this country's age of slavery

But growing numb ain't growing up, so for the lost we must stay tough

Find or make the things we need; we'll grow some food, we'll steal some things

And if that ain't enough we'll get persistent we'll get rough

Burn whatever's in our way to build a home for you and me