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 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, and 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.
Thank you governor
Thank you governor
To the mayor and
The commisioner
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
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 (?) other side
The Flood of US bath water displaced
The funeral march of all the victims of your power war
Rob the right to steal the Night and rebels shall be born
for ever more your the storm We should play after it pours
And joy is sure to come after your silence.
And 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
