

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 You call the cops on the looters and pie throwers They call it class war I call them co-conspirators Cause baby, I'm an anarchist and you're a spineless liberal 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 left me all alone, all alone - Against Me Lyrics -