They want to take us from our homes

They want taps on our telephones

'Cause they know the storm's coming

The ones that wear the ties and suits

Will send out fiends in riot boots

In hopes they'll send us running

So paint me black in soot and smoke

Among the crowds that block the road

The one's you've come to make examples

And mow me down to make me free

Eliminate all empathy

You care not how many you trample

But we will scream our cause under the open archways

And ring the bells off telephones

And you will find that not even your ruthless armies

Can drag our bodies from our homes

They want to see us interact

We're just a file in a stack

Of people who they deem distrustful

And as the list grows more and more

Strewn all across the White House floor

You'll find that you've found yourself a handful

And we won't be the martyrs on your broken crosses

And add insult to our broken bones

And you will find that when we're left to our devices

We're all we need to rebuild our homes