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Thank you, Mr. Officer great

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 all roll 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

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 wipes a tear 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

I took the goods and ran

Homeland security vs. civil liberty

I’m studying in the shadows of our state

I seen the bones they tried to hide

Cutthroat living’s 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

You’re the storm we should play after it pours

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

I took the goods and ran

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