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?
Youre the gas upon my flames,
My love and rage all roll up into one.

For everytime your gun goes off, and new rebel is born.
So when theres 41 bullets, theres 41 thousand thorns in your side
Well take a ride down to precient 29,
And well sing and dance and break the code of silence.

Thank you governor, thank you governor
To the mayor and [bad word] 
Your monster is alive now, shes taken to the streets
Crashing through your opera house and tearing at the seats

For all the times you sign your name, someone out there dies
Found a wallet, not a gun. And mothers wiping tears
from her eyes
We despise your hollow [bad word] and honest lies
Now you cant sing the monster into slumber

THANKS [bad word] #33; You made me what I am
THANKS [bad word] #33; I took the goods and ran
THANKS [bad word] #33; You made me what I am
THANKS [bad word] #33; 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 versus civil liberty
Im studying in the shadows of our state
I seen the bones they tried to hide
cutthroat (?) 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
Forevermore, youre the storm we should play after it pours
And joy is sure [bad word] after your silence.
Yeah, joy is sure [bad word] after your silence.

THANKS [bad word] #33; You made me what I am
THANKS [bad word] #33; I took the goods and ran
THANKS [bad word] #33; You made me what I am
THANKS [bad word] #33; I took the goods and ran
I took the goods and ran
I took the goods and ran
I took the goods and ran