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And we’re runnin’
Our masks are strapped
Broke into all the shacks
Stole all the guns they refuse to ban
Toss them shits into bags
Pull up to the capital banks
Army soldiers, explosives in hand
Takin’ down doors so the doctors, officers and firefighters can storm the stash
And take their money back
The “leaders” crumbling watching what they consider power topple over
Dying to the people who decide to rise against the structure corruption failed to raise
Thinkin’ something like this would never happen
But it’s here and now
To the streets we flood
Burning the money with the flags
Drenched in blood