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

But when it came time to throw bricks

Through that Starbucks window

You left me all alone