"Baby, I'm An Anarchist!"



Through the best of times,

Through the worst of times,

Through Nixon and through Bush,

Do you remember '36?

We went our seperate ways.

You fought for Stalin.

I fought for freedom.

You believe in authority.

I believe in myself.

I'm a molotov cocktail.

You're Dom Perignon.

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,

Eating the peanuts

That the parties have tossed you

In the back seat of your father's new Ford.

You believe in the ballot,

Believe in reform.

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.

You thought I was only joking

When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"

At the top of my lungs

At the cops in their cars

And the men in their suits.

No, I won't take your hand

And marry the State.



'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,-aca