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, thеy'll be talking us up
They'll be talking us, thеy'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