This guy doesn't get angry. He just gets even. It's Mischief Brew with Thanks, Bastards.

Thank you, Mr. Officer, great for all the things you said to me, For all the good that you have ever done

Without you

What would I be?

Oh, the gas upon my flames

My love and rage

I'll roll up into one

For every time your gun goes off

A new rebel is born

So when there's 41 bullets

It's 41,000 thorns

In your side

We'll take a ride down to Precinct 29

And we'll sing and dance and break the code of silence

La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Thank you, Governor, thank you, Governor, thank you, Governor, to the mayor and the Commissioner.

Your monster is alive now. She's taken to the streets Crashing through your opera house

And tearing out the seats

For all the times to sign your name

Someone out there dies

Found a wallet, not a gun

And mother's wiping tears

From her eyes, we despise

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