'The Decline of English Murder' has been written and sung by Moore with music by Joe Brown and is released today.
The track is available to download now via Occupation Records and comes as thousands of people plan to protest at Parliament in a re-enactment of the final scene of V for Vendetta in what is being called Operation Vendetta.
Adam Jung, head of artist relations at Occupation Records, said: "While tomorrow Americans decide if a candidate who ran on 'change' four years ago keeps his job, we know that change never comes from leaders but always from the people.
"Alan's character 'V' understood that perhaps better than most and why we are honoured to be able to release it."
He added: "As Anons prepare to march on Parliament in London, and Occupy Wall Street coordinates post-Sandy relief efforts in New York, Alan's song is an appropriate gift to the people."
The track is the lead single from the label's upcoming second album, the follow-up to Folk The Banks, which featured Billy Bragg, Tom Morello and Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. and others.
Moore wrote the V for Vendetta comic from 1982 to 1989 and the Guy Fawkes mask of its lead character V has been adopted by the Occupy and Anonymous movements.
He and his V for Vendetta collaborator David Lloyd last year contributed to an Occupy Comics anthology, while Moore previously said that their comic had "escaped the realm of fiction".
James McTeigue, the director of the movie adaptation of V for Vendetta, applauded the adoption of the 'V' mask by protestors.
The Alan Moore-penned lyrics for 'The Decline of English Murder' are as follows:
"She sorts out her hair in the washroom at Preston Services
Dries her hands under a notice that reads have you seen this child
And she nurses one tea for an hour in the cafeteria
Watching the truck drivers blind their fried eggs with the cutlery
And English Murder. Its all over her face.
Just waiting until the right time the wrong light boy
There'll be a photograph
With a bad 1970's fringe and a look of uncertainty
Years later you'll know the name but not where you know it from
And they've emptied the terraced row with compulsory purchases
Reasoning that they'd make more from the ground with the people gone
So he shuffles the half a mile to the nearest post office
When lads push into the queue he pretends he's not noticed them
And English murder. Its all over his face.
A low enough cold snap, a high enough gas bill
You'll skim the epitaph
And you'll possibly notice his name like somebodies you knew from school
There'll be an off the peg verse where sad has been rhymed with dad
And the houses in which they've invested their City bonuses
Have increased the property prices and therefore the homelessness
And the scabby grey anti-climb paint and withdrawn amenities
In case socialising promotes anti-social behaviour
And English murder. Its all over the place.
The bunches of flowers in pedestrian precincts
Your average psychopath, at least kills with a hammer or brick
and not with greed and incompetence
And after two or three years maybe they'll express remorse"