Baby, I'm an Anarchist! - Against Me!

[00:15.000]Through the best of times,
[00:17.000]Through the worst of times,
[00:19.000]Through Nixon and through Bush,
[00:22.000]Do you remember '36?
[00:23.000]We went our seperate ways.
[00:25.000]You fought for Stalin.
[00:27.000]I fought for freedom.
[00:28.000]You believe in authority.
[00:30.000]I believe in myself.
[00:32.000]I'm a molotov cocktail.
[00:33.000]You're Dom Perignon.
[00:35.000]Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
[00:38.000]What I'm trying to say is that
[00:41.000]I burn down buildings
[00:42.000]While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
[00:47.000]You call the cops
[00:48.000]On the looters and piethrowers.
[00:51.000]They call it class war,
[00:52.000]I call it co-conspirators.
[01:00.000]'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
[01:03.000]You're a spineless liberal.
[01:06.000]We marched together for the eight-hour day
[01:09.000]And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
[01:12.000]But when it came time to throw bricks
[01:14.000]Through that Starbucks window,
[01:16.000]You left me all alone.
[01:30.000]You watched in awe at the red,
[01:33.000]White, and blue on the fourth of july.
[01:36.000]While those fireworks were exploding,
[01:40.000]I was burning that ******
[01:41.000]And stringing my black flag high,
[01:43.000]Eating the peanuts
[01:46.000]That the parties have tossed you
[01:49.000]In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
[01:51.000]You believe in the ballot,
[01:53.000]Believe in reform.
[01:55.000]You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
[01:58.000]And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
[02:01.000]We're all hypocrites,
[02:02.000]But you're a patriot.
[02:04.000]You thought I was only joking
[02:07.000]When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
[02:08.000]At the top of my lungs
[02:10.000]At the cops in their cars
[02:12.000]And the men in their suits.
[02:13.000]No, I won't take your hand
[02:15.000]And marry the State.
[02:19.000]'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
[02:22.000]You're a spineless liberal.
[02:24.000]We marched together for the eight-hour day
[02:28.000]And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
[02:30.000]But when it came time to throw bricks
[02:32.000]Through that Starbucks window,
[02:34.000]You left me all alone.