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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
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We’re doomed
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E
