as they rob the bank

drain the pool

cut the power

melt the schools

 

I’m cool hanging onto myself

 

as they slit the throats

fill the moats

burn the coats

unleash the goats

 

I’m good on a deadman float

 

fight them on the barricades

in the airports and on the plains

using the ammunition

they left us with to play

 

meet them in the parking lots

of mansions they’ve made

sneaking through the kitchens

with the desserts they’ll never taste