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