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 La da da da da da da da da da da da da La da da da da da da da da da da da da 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