I was about to put some roses on the grave, when in the corner of my eye I saw the so-called statue
Who would sculpt something like that, I was appalled, even more so when I learned what it had cost us in taxpayer’s gold

I found a couple of like-minded fellows
Boy, were they carrying lots and lots of grief
We will show the city council thiefs what happens when you steal from us

There was some debate on how to reach our goals, so we took a vote to set the right course of action
And most of us believed the pen was mightier than the sword, so we agreed upon a letter to the editor
Now the editor is not a friend

The night is ours, so let the hammers sing boys
Turn this atrocity into gravel and dust
If we simply smash it to pieces, they will never steal from us again

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