E E E      E E E
F# F# F#   F# F# F#
Dbm Dbm Dbm   Dbm Dbm Dbm
A  A  A   A A A

E E E     E E E
F# F# F#   F# F# F#
Dbm Dbm Dbm   Dbm Dbm Dbm
B B B      B B B

A
It begins when we chain ourselves to the ATMs

Make a mess 

Dbm
when we pitch our tents
on the statehouse steps

E
Now we’re taking it, now we’re taking it back

Now we’re taking it, now we’re taking it back

B
For the greater good

Goddamn Robin Hoods


A
Fan the flames, serve them cocktails

down at the Stock Exchange
Hear the screams

Dbm

take our baseball bats to the limousines

E
They’ll be talking us, they’ll be talking us up

They’ll be talking us, they’ll be talking us up

B
To the journalists

If there’s any left


E                                               F#

You know the Sixties proved that change is hit or miss

B                      A
Every bloody pacifist concedes the truth

E                                   F#

If one must die to save the ninety-nine

               B
Maybe it’s justified
              A
The left is right
        

We’re doomed

E E E      E E E
F# F# F#   F# F# F#
Dbm Dbm Dbm   Dbm Dbm Dbm
A  A  A   A A A

E E E     E E E
F# F# F#   F# F# F#
Dbm Dbm Dbm   Dbm Dbm Dbm
B B B      B B B

We’re doomed

E E E      E E E
F# F# F#   F# F# F#
Dbm Dbm Dbm   Dbm Dbm Dbm
A  A  A   A A A
E