Baby, Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious...
We're all presidents
We're all congressmen
We're all cops in waiting
We're the workers of the world
There is the elite and the dispossessed
And it's only about survival,
Who has skill to play the game for all it's worth,
Reaching out for a scary kind of perfection
Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible
Let's try not to remember any names
We'll do it for our country,
For our people,
For a moral vision.
United, we'll make them remember
Our history
Or how we like to be told
How we like to be told
And we rock,
Because it's us against them
We found our own reasons to sing
And it's so much less confusing
When lines are drawn like that
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes
Of the cogs in the system
It's just about knowing where everyone stands
All of a sudden,
People start talking about guns
Talking like they're going to war
'Cause they found something to die for
Start taking back what they stole
Sure beats every other option
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Well, do you really fucking get it?
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.
You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.
We're all congressmen
We're all cops in waiting
We're the workers of the world
There is the elite and the dispossessed
And it's only about survival,
Who has skill to play the game for all it's worth,
Reaching out for a scary kind of perfection
Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible
Let's try not to remember any names
We'll do it for our country,
For our people,
For a moral vision.
United, we'll make them remember
Our history
Or how we like to be told
How we like to be told
And we rock,
Because it's us against them
We found our own reasons to sing
And it's so much less confusing
When lines are drawn like that
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes
Of the cogs in the system
It's just about knowing where everyone stands
All of a sudden,
People start talking about guns
Talking like they're going to war
'Cause they found something to die for
Start taking back what they stole
Sure beats every other option
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Well, do you really fucking get it?
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.
You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.