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[…]
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.
