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