Oh, my name is Dagny Taggart,
And I run a railway line;
Taggart Transcontinental,
On the Rio Norte line,
To Colorado;
Francisco's best-
But the man's become a looter,
And I am not impressed.

It seems everyone who's intelligent,
Has vanished clean away;
With the help of Rearden Metal,
I'm fixing up my railway business,
Well-prepared.
And I'll go,
Finding out a hidden motor,
Where did its inventor go?
"Who is John Galt?"
There's someone who must know.

A is A! A is A is A is A!
A is A! A is A is A is A is A is A!

Under Socialist outrages,
Hank is sold out by my bro'
To give up his metal
After all these crazy laws,
Against free thinking.
I do declare,
I was scared of losing Daniels,
So I followed who-knows-where.

A is A! A is A is A is A!
A is A! A is A is A is A is A is A!

In a valley of industrialists,
Everyone is on a strike,
Of the mind.
Where the socialist looters aren't bleeding them
I'm leaving them, going home.

I'm in love with the destroyer,
John Galt, the hero's name;
Those who were the world's supporters,
Like Atlas, shrug, and lay it down;
The looters, to him, cry out,
In their weakness and their shame,
But we are leaving, we are leaving.
To Galt's Gulch to remain...

A is A! A is A is A is A!
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