Now you're in the streets,
you fill from side to side.
You've got your signs up in the air,
with your "99% pride."

You've made some people late,
they lost an hour of pay.
In Oakland you closed the port,
There they lost a day!

You're noisey and obnoxious,
you're pooping in the park!
Your grievances are reasonable,
but your bite isn't half of your bark.

Now I'm up on the roof,
I've had it up to 'here.'
I'm sick of your civil-disobedience,
time for you to disappear.

I've got cans full of grease,
with little homemade fuses.
Enough of your anarcho-communism,
and of your "freedom to protest" abuses.

I light the first wick,
and send my can a-sailin'.
Gonna splatter you with flaming grease,
and like bacon you'll be smellin'.

I light a few more,
and over they go
Your screams are a symphony,
"look out down below!"

Most of you have scattered,
like the noisy bugs you are,
but some of you have found me,
you've come to get this saboteur.

Now you're on the roof,
it's a dozen to one.
But to me it matters not,
'cause I've had my fun.

You scoop me up on your shoulders,
I feel like a hero.
You send me to follow my cans,
I drop like an arrow.

You may have gotten me,
and sent me to my death.
But I have maimed dozens,
And I laugh with my last breath.

There is the street,
it's coming up quite fast.
But your victory is pyrrhic,
so you can kiss my ass.