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 out separate 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 the buildings, while you sit on a shelf inside of them

You call the cops on the looters and pie throwers

They call it class war

I call them co-conspirators

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist and 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, 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, you 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 was screaming

"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 and 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 the Starbucks window

You left me all alone, all alone