It begins when we chain ourselves to the atms Make a mess when we pitch our tents on the statehouse steps Now we’re taking it, now we’re taking it back Now we’re taking it, now we’re taking it back For the greater good Goddamn robin hoods
Fan the flames, serve them Cocktails down at the stock exchange Hear the screams, take our baseball bats to the limousines They’ll be talking us, they’ll be talking us up They’ll be talking us, they’ll be talking us up To the journalists If there’s any left
You know the sixties proved that change is hit or miss Every bloody pacifist concedes the truth If one must die to save the ninety-nine Maybe it’s justified The left is right We’re doomed
