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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 ****er |
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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. |