[Intro]
This next song's for fucking Donald Trump
Stop being a twatty
Atlanta, jump, jump, jump, jump!

[Verse 1]
And I’ll admit I've never been broke but I have been broken
Shout in silence, while searching for a token
Out of kindness
This one's for you King Charles, you mess with the people
Took the taxes to fund the evil
Sound familiar?
The mindless divide us, but when we need guidance, you give us the silence
It’s spineless and blindless, we will bite back, not sit here smiling
While they used to attack the student loans and the first time homes, it's time to know
That at the moment, they're neglecting the young, and it's really scary being under 21

[Chorus]
Honey, we want your money
Get out your wallet and give us your
Money and you might as well
Throw in your soul

[Interlude]
Sorry, mate
Eh, we're taking your car, brap
[Verse 2]
I see you just royal pretending, too sober to spend us
You talk about lease but then no one surrenders
From a cynical man, with no fucking plan
When it all goes wrong, there'll be no confession
Only a digression, a concession, a society's aggression
We'll create a phenomenal compression, on the heads of the youth
What do we do?
Say what do we do, man, what do we do?
What do we do, man, what do we do?
What do we do, man, what do we do?
What do we fucking do?

[Chorus]
Honey, we want your money
Get out your wallet and give us your
Money and you might as well
Give us your soul

Happy, be fucking happy
Strap and grab me fucking guitar

[Interlude]
Sorry mate, eh
We’re taking your car
Let me see them hands in the air
All the way to the back, I can see ya
Now scream it with me
[Bridge]
We’re taking your car now, sir
We're taking your car now, sir
We’re just taking your car now, sir
We're just taking your car now, sir

[Chorus]
Honey, we want your money
Get out your wallet and give us your
Money and you might as well
Throw in your soul
Honey, we want your money
Get out your wallet and give us your
Money and you might as well
Throw in your soul

[Outro]
Atlanta, ya fucking with me?
Fuck yeah, baby
Oh, we love Atlanta man, fuck me
Now this next song goes out to anybody
Who feels misunderstood
Because they don't feel conform to a fucking box