Non-Secure Connection - Bruce Hornsby

I found a non-secure connection

Or a thousand

I’m routing attacks

Through an unsuspecting little shop

Seventy-five hundred miles away

I’m no part of any sleeper cell

I lurk happily on forums and bad code

I do it just for fun and out of boredom

Flip the kill switch to unleash an erasing virus

I’m a low-grade threat just fooling around

I put a red skeleton picture on your screen

I’ve got all your data, I’ve got all your secrets

Good luck, you can’t stop it, no way to protect it

I infect, I attack, I steal, I take, I disable

And I taught myself manuals are weapons to enable

The too-big-to-fails find their money funds exchanged

And the men in charge are totally enraged

Epic poets of the future will write

The soul of the warrior must fight

Avenging every insult and slight

Down to his last megabyte

Helen who launched a thousand ships

Inspiring ego trips with microchips

Movie scripts with wetted lips

All worldly worth lies twixt two hips

As the sun lights your face in the morning

As my hacking loud tempests are storming

Your inbox will give you its warning

Of attacks from the suitor you’re scorning