Through the best of times,
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Through the worst of times,
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Through Nixon and through Bush,
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Do you remember '36?
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We went our seperate ways.
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You fought for Stalin.
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I fought for freedom.
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You believe in authority.
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I believe in myself.
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I'm a molotov cocktail.
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You're Dom Perignon.
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Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
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What I'm trying to say is that
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I burn down buildings
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While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
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You call the cops
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On the looters and piethrowers.
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They call it class war,
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I call it co-conspirators.
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'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
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You're a spineless liberal.
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We marched together for the eight-hour day
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And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
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But when it came time to throw bricks
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Through that Starbucks window,
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You left me all alone.
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You watched in awe at the red,
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White, and blue on the fourth of july.
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While those fireworks were exploding,
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I was burning that fucker
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And stringing my black flag high,
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Eating the peanuts
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That the parties have tossed you
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In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
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You believe in the ballot,
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Believe in reform.
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You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
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And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
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We're all hypocrites,
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But you're a patriot.
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You thought I was only joking
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When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
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At the top of my lungs
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At the cops in their cars
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And the men in their suits.
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No, I won't take your hand
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And marry the State.
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'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
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You're a spineless liberal.
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We marched together for the eight-hour day
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And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
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But when it came time to throw bricks
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Through that Starbucks window,
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You left me all alone.
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Baby, I'm An Anarchist!
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| Against Me! |
