Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious

"Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious..." [Verse 1:] We're all presidents, we're all congressmen We're all cops in waiting We're the workers of the world There is the elite and the dispossessed And it's only about survival Who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth And reach an obscure kind of perfection Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible Let's try not to remember any names We'll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision United, we'll make them remember our history Or how we'd like to be told How we'd like to be told... [Verse 2:] And we rock Because it's us against them We found our own reasons to sing And it's so much less confusing When lines are drawn like that When people are either consumers or revolutionaries Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes Of the cogs in the system It's just about knowing where everyone stands All of a sudden People start talking 'bout guns Talking like they're going to war Cause they found something to die for Start taking back what they stole- Sure beats every other option But does it make a difference how we get it? Well do you really fucking get it? No, no, no, no No, no, no, no....