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!"