Of all things malign,nAn accident on the assembly line todaynCut him to the bone,nBut what can you expect from clumsy 8-year-olds? I'm told.nLook outside the window.nSee the growing crowdnOf kids with missing arms and feet?nNothing to eat?nWhat cold heartless beast nCan sit and have his feast every night,nWhile their plight's always in his sight?nnRobber Baron in the tower,nCounting all his gold.nYou know while he goes uncheckednAnd stays in power,nHe's never gonna let,nHe's never gonna let,nHe's never gonna let us go!nnMarching in the streets,nThe mighty hammer of the Baron's own police.nWith their flags and guns,nAnd guns and drums and boots,nAnd blood red banners, dogs and guns.nBlack-shirts pound the pavement,nWith their bold insignias of wolves,nAnd bats and snakes,nAnd birds of prey.nFilling us with fear.nOur hearts are full of tears.nWho so vain, for his gain,nCauses so much pain?nnRobber Baron in the castle,nBasking in his greed.nYou know while he breaks no sweat,nAnd gets no hassle,nHe's never gonna let,nHe's never gonna let,nHe's never gonna let us free!nnRobber Baron in the tower,nCounting all his gold.nYou know while he goes unchecked,nAnd stays in power,nHe's never gonna let,nHe's never gonna let,nWhat do you want?n(FREEDOM!)nWhen do you want it?n(NOW!)nOnly we can make us free.