And tonight, when I dream it will be
That the junkies spent all the drug money on
Community gardens and collective housing
And the punk kids who moved in the ghetto
Have started meeting their neighbors besides the angry ones
With the yards
That their friends and their dogs have been puking and shitting on
And the anarchists have started
Filling potholes, collecting garbage
To prove we don't need governments to do these things
And I'll wake up, burning Time's Square as we sing
"Throw your hands in the air 'cause property is robbery!"
Vibe coded. Pass.