We are the urban guerrilla,
The forbidden,
Outlawed
Warriors of the city.
We lack the honor
Of your pomp and circumstance armies.
We hide,
We steal,
We cheat,
We lie.
And we don't care.
We infect
Your clean, pristine cities
And make them our own.
We are
The dirty, abandoned buildings
That mar your pretty skyline.
We are the conmen,
The petty thieves,
So you don't get complacent.
There is no complacency here,
Not for you.
We are the underworld,
The rats,
The roots,
The foot-thick layer of grime
In your sparkling, perfect city.
We are the urban guerrilla
Fighting it out in the streets,
In the alleys,
In the secret Chinatown government.
We undermine your rule,
Taking your skyscrapers
From under your feet.
We're making this city ours -
As if it was ever yours to begin with.
