Property Damage: A Love Song

This song's about deforestation
 And incarceration
 Progress in the name of masturbation
 It's the lies that they told you as a kid
 So you could sleep at night
 Yeah, these bastards have homes
 And these fucks have faces
 Most have yachts and acres
 Own jets and public spaces
 Yeah, progress, as if survival even matters
 1-2-3
 Yeah, they'll blow up entire city blocks
 Put a Walmart there and say, "Shut up, go shop"
 Yeah, you got everything you could want
 But you still take more
 It's time we show up at their homes
 Tell them we won't take this anymore
 Yeah, they won't get away with it
 'Cause we won't back down
 Yeah, the streets ain't enough
 We wanna burn their homes down
 Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
 Whoa-oh-oh
 Whoa, whoa, whoa
 Turn their homes into collective housing
 Yeah, their fears into reality
 Yeah, they won't share what they've got
 So you take what you need
 Yeah, they won't share what they've got
 So you take what you need