Through Nixon and through Bush,
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
On the looters and piethrowers.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
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 watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
And stringing my black flag high,
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks