There’s a mad man lookin’ at you and he wants to take your soul

There’s a mad man with a mad plan and he’s dancin’ at your door

Oh, what to do, ooh, what to do when the walls are built to crumble?

There’s a mad man with a mad plan and he waits for us to stumble

Ooh, but our eyes are open

Yeah, they’re really open

(5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

I say we rob from the rich and blow down the door

Onto the next to dance with the poor

Jump on my shoulders

You can jump on my shoulders

We rob from the rich and blow down the door

Onto the next to dance with the poor

Jump on my shoulders

You can jump on my shoulders