lyrics for "White Collar Crime Fight Song" for the poor for the children write this on the streets and sidewalks smash the devil destroy white collar crime we are not saints we are not angels a humble hard working people's army taking the Idea into the streets like  seeds from a sower like a big lawnmower we are in and from the earth tilling the soil rubbing oil into the cracked and tired hands we have come a long way just to understand we've been driving all night and we've just arrived I'm so excited I can not sit still biting the bridle to get started on this very special project can you hack? into a phone jack? hardwire just to make a connection their laws are dimwit greed they haven't worked for anything can you keep a secret? can you memorize code? can you find fruits at the side of the road? and savor them? and think of them as a treat? can you mix politics with the wisdom of the streets? the land has brought us this moment her people will feed us fruits and harbor us when we are fugitives we are working now day and night, building a punk island           [<---  this line often improvised] in a breaking light the sun sets we are one day closer for the poor for the children write this on the streets and sidewalks smash the devil destroy white collar crime we are not saints we are not angels a humble hard working people's army God? is just the Idea in the streets.