Italics is song, bold is story.

Scream, with your hands up in the sky

It really pisses you off when I do this, Mum.

Like you want to testify

You asked me once if I was crazy, and I said takes one to know one.

For the life that's been deleted

You took my childhood. Asshole.

Sing, like a rebel's lullaby

Remus says I'm a good singer. If I were a mummy's boy, I'd sing those songs you love, about killing muggles and worshipping purebloods. But I'm not.

Under the stars and stripes

You hate America. Something about cowards, running away.

For the lost souls that were cheated

Apparently, they're horrible creatures. Well, you're not around. Maybe I'll become American someday.

We will be seen but not be heard

You're not getting a reaction out of me. Hit me all you want.

We are revolution radio

I'm going to fight against Voldemort, you bet your ass I will.

Operation 'no control'

I know you're screaming "he's out of his mind", but darling Mum, I don't think about stuff. I just do it. No control.

And the headline 'my love's bullet proof'

I love the boys to death, way more than I ever loved you.

Give me cherry bombs and gasoline

I will throw spells like pillows and set fires like breathing.

Debutantes in surgery

I'm not your perfect little son - you have Regulus for that. Changing, from an aristocrat to who I want to be.

And the headline 'legalize the truth'

Ministry's corrupted, isn't it?

Give me rage, like there's tear gas in the crowd

I'm part of the Order now. We fight against bitches like you.

Do you wanna live out loud?

You're still screaming in that stuffy old house, and I'm out here living.

But the air is barely breathing

I'm not sure the air in that house even counts as air. I mean, when was the last time it was blown out and replaced?

Rise, of the slums to the obsolete

I might as well have been trash to you, but you were trash to me so.

The dawn of the new airwaves for the anti-social media

The sun's rising, and I get the feeling tomorrow is an important day. So gonna kick your ass one day.

We are revolution radio

James is dead but Harry is still here. Potterwatch is a thing now.

Operation 'no control'

You're dead which is great. Time to throw a party, because fuck you.

And the headline 'my love's bullet proof'

We were invincible, once upon a time. I bet we can do it again.

Give me cherry bombs and gasoline

If Grimmauld Place weren't headquarters, I'd totally want to burn it down and blow it up.

Debutantes in surgery

Not your fucking perfect kid. I love it.

And the headline 'legalize the truth'

And once again, the Ministry is corrupted. What fun.

We will be seen but not be heard

By the time your friends realize what hit them, it'll be too late.

We are the songs of the disturbed

Too many of us carry scars from the first war. Enough of us want revenge.

We are revolution radio

I might die during this. Who cares? It's all for the greater good, after all.

Operation 'no control'

I'll fight until my last breath though, that's for sure.

And the headline 'my love's bullet proof'

And I'll die with a smile. Those Death Eaters won't get the last laugh.

Give me cherry bombs and gasoline

Fighting at the Ministry - there's no way they can cover this up.

Debutantes in surgery

These kids are brave. They're shaping the future.

And the headline 'legalize the truth'

Those fucking Ministry workers better not try and hide the truth now.