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 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 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 that Starbucks window You left me all alone, all alone