[Intro] [Agent] “Dangerous.” [Agent] “We've been watching.” [Deez] “Find anything?” A kid with a crayon, One, two, three— that's the number they gave me. One, two, three— that's the number they gave me. One, two, three— now the whole world wants to blame me. [Verse 1] A kid with a crayon, a table full of glue, construction paper, and a class of people breaking through. A sign on the wall: **SHARING IS POWER.** Photographed twice, i guess they liked it Another one: **EVERYONE GETS A TURN.** Flagged as suspicious. [Chorus] One, two, three— that's the number they gave me. One, two, three— now the whole world wants to blame me. One, two, three— they got a file with my name. Public Enemy Number One— [Beat.] —and nobody's explaining the charge. [Verse 2] [Agent] “You had a meeting.” [Deez] “Yeah.” [Agent] “How many people?” [Deez] “Couldn't say.” [Agent] “Was it organized?” [Deez] “Not really.” A circle of chairs. Somebody's ukulele. [Agent] “Who's the leader?” [Deez] “We take turns.” “Everyone gets heard.” *Scratch of a pen.* [Deez] “Can we get a snack?” [Beat.] SECURITY CONCERN. [Chorus] One, two, three— that's the number they gave me. One, two, three— now the whole world wants to blame me. One, two, three— they got a file with my name. Public Enemy Number One— [Beat.] —and nobody's explaining the charge. [Verse 3] Black notebook. My name on the front. Inside: “Listen when they're talking. Don't laugh when they fall. Help the little kid who can't reach the basketball. Say you're sorry. Tell the truth. Don't take someone else's stuff.” The agent reads it twice. [Agent] “Who's teaching you this?” [Deez] “Everybody.” “That's how learning works.” [Chorus] One, two, three— write it down in the file. One, two, three— follow him another mile. One, two, three— keep the surveillance going strong. Public Enemy Number One— [Deez] —for getting along. [Verse 4] Black van outside. Curtains in the glass. Two shadows with cameras every time I walk past. School, then the park. They're right on my tail. One hits a puddle— **WHAM!** Arms, legs, briefcase, sprawled across the trail. I pull him up. [Agent] “Thank you.” [Deez] “No problem.” [Agent] “So, what's the plan?” [Deez] "Dinner." [Agent] “What's for dinner?” [Deez] “Spaghetti.” *More scratching.* [Beat.] “Extra suspicious.” [Bridge] Maybe they're scared of the posters. Maybe they're scared of the crowd. Maybe it's the sound of ordinary people talking out loud. No secret handshake. No grand design. Just knowing when to speak and when to give somebody time. No manifesto to know someone's hurting. No permission needed to hold the door open. [Puppet Chorus, quietly] Hold the door. [Deez] Keep it down. Now we're organized. [Final Chorus] One, two, three— everybody take a breath. One, two, three— no need to threaten anybody to death. One, two, three— if somebody falls, pick 'em up. One, two, three— if somebody's hungry, share the cup. Public Enemy Number One— that's what they call me. Public Enemy Number One— for teaching folks to think freely. Public Enemy Number One— [Beat drops out.] —for construction paper. [Huge bass hit.] [Puppet Chorus] SHARING IS POWER! [Deez] Lower your voices. They're listening. [Puppet Chorus, whispering] Sharing... is... power. [Deez] Much better. [Helicopter fades into vinyl crackle.]
