King Charles (Live in Atlanta)

[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