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.
‘Cause baby, I’m an anarchist; You’re a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hand in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks at that Starbucks window
You left me all alone (all alone).
so many memories with this song.