Album: War On Errorism (2003)





I got an invitation to anarchy camp

there will be twistin', fistin', biting, fighting all in an evening

the soundtrack will go multi platinum

barbecue a boca while the effigies burn

you may not wanna stay to see how we take care of a turncoat

Christina's kinda far away so come a long with me

we can dance and trip and be anarchists

we gotta get the manual and put it in the oven 'til it cooks

then we're gonna take the ashes to the wassail

and use them to spike the punch



rules of anarchy camp: reckless abandonment, random acts of dumbness will be rewarded

if you see somebody taking charge, you'll be expected to beat them

cuz everyone who's no one, will be participating

no one who is someone, will ever get to know the joys of anarchism, destruction of the system



so come along with us salad days and nights on the anarchaic bus

we're gonna pick up indigents and crusties and a half a dozen nuts

and we're never coming home



underwater basket-weaving (we got some arts and crafts)

meth-amphetamine symposiums (they last a couple days)

african killer spelling bees (you better get it right)

bowling in ice hockey rinks (of course checking is allowed)

anarchy camp's never inert (you think we dont know that it's)

not much fun 'til someone gets hurt (our only motto)

so we're greasing up the rusty vert ramp

time to make some reservations for next years