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

Anonymous

Can’t live today off that minimum wage unless you sleep on the factory floor
If there is anything great left in this sorry state it was built on the backs of the poor
So we buy and we sell for your corporate cartel and we vote when the contestant sings
A mind-control mix for our obedience, strong sleep-aids and hard energy drinks
Cause Freedom is not free
Neither is apathy

“Slay Goliath! Slay Goliath!”
The flashmob all held up their phones
But you cannot predict when the students riot
And a big machine always moves slow
So throw your little stone

You can’t stop us
We are Anonymous
You can’t stop us
We are Anonymous
Expect us
We know what all of us know

You can’t stop us
We are Anonymous
You can’t stop us
We are Anonymous
Expect us
We know what all of us know

A half-dozen cops came to seize a laptop from a sleeping fifteen year old kid
They broke down the door and discovered some more, a hundred million exactly like him
So we do not forgive and we do not forget, we are legion, expect us, you’ll see
The righteous will resist, underfed eat the rich and the data mines finally come clean
Cause Freedom is not free
And neither is secrecy

You can’t stop us
We are Anonymous
You can’t stop us
We are Anonymous
Expect us
We know what all of us know

You can’t stop us
We are Anonymous
You can’t stop us
We are Anonymous
Expect us
We know what all of us know

We know what Big Brother did
We’re the Tattletale
We’ll see your All-Seeing-Eye in hell

There is a lynching at Home Depot of the last day laborer
In this sanctuary city with its anchor-baby births
They say “Its time we had some justice for the white race on this earth
This place is strange and getting stranger”

“We got to round ‘em up!
Door to door tonight we’re ready”
Knock Knock Knock
“Drag them from their beds
They got some nerve to say they were here first”
“We’re gonna round them up!
Hiding in the semi-trailers”
Knock Knock Knock
“Beat it in their heads
We keep our word and Maricopa pure”

They’re sweating in Sun City cause they just got off the course
Saying “Sheriff Joe it’s awful and it’s only getting worse”
“Oh did you hear about Rob Krentz? They left him bleeding in the dirt
These Spics are brave and getting braver”

“We got to round ‘em up!
Door to door the posse is ready”
Knock Knock Knock
“Drag them from their beds
Cause it’s their turn for someone to get hurt”
“We’re gonna round ‘em up!
Crying in the day-care center”
Knock Knock Knock
“Beat it in their heads
They’ll never learn until Maricopa burns!”

I was scanning through the stations
Every channel sounded clear
With tempo like a timepiece
You know you are on a grid you just slide the snare
No worries for admission
Cause we got you on the list
But when your boy found out we don’t put out
You know his face turned red and he got so pissed

Now there is a message on my cell phone everyday
“Hi, this is Luke Wood from DreamWorks”
“This is Joel Mark from MCA”

Capitol!
Send the A&R with a firm offer
Interscope!
If the answer is no you can write your own
But the frenzy Britt warned me of has begun
Their cash cow killed himself so they’re looking for the next one
I was glancing through a glossy
I had to scribble out my face
Because I’m always self-effacing
Or I’m just arrogant I guess they both are fake
Like when you listen back on headphones
With a trickle in you throat
You know its hard to sing and I’ve been struggling
But with some Auto-Tune I can hit the note

So its 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
“That first note was flat but the rest I think sounded great”

Capitol!
Trash the mobile home at the festival
Interscope!
Throw that big TV off the balcony
Cause the excess excess is drying up
So when the bottom drops out boys we will be the lucky ones