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Thank you, Mr. Officer Great
For all the things you've 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
A new rebel is born
So when there's 41 bullets
It's 41,000 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 taking to the streets
Crashing through your operahouse
And tearing out the seats
For every time you've signed your name
Someone out there dies
Found a wallet, not a gun
And mother's wiping tears from her eyes
We despise your hollow truths and honest lies
Now you can't sing the monster into slumber

Thanks, bastards!
You made me what I am
Thanks, bastards!
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 try to hide
Cutthroat living's other side
The flood of U.S. bathwater displaced
The funeral march of all the victims
Of your power war
Rob the rights and steal the nights
And rebels shall be born
Forevermore
You're the storm
We shall play after it pours
And joy is sure to come after your silence

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