Well i wish i could write a love song for us, But y'know everytime i just come out with the same old stuff Like class war and workers rights I find it
Down the road from my old house, was a field from which flowers grew out. But the council came to see, that flowers just aren't good enough for this economy
I bet you right wingers are really shit in bed, You're probably shit at oral, you probably don't give head, And to maintain some sense of dignity, You
Do you ever get the feeling that you don't fit in? Do you ever get the feeling that you just can't win? And i'm always thinking that i'm not quite free
Some go to private school and some go to state, some fight for love and some fight for hate Some wear a suit to hide what they lack, But we're the anarchists
I am a piece of bacteria on this bitter earth, Or even, a virus, for what good its worth But dont you understand the words that i'm saying Can't you see
Well i wish i could write a love song for us, But y'know everytime i just come out with the same old stuff Like class war and workers rights I find
I am a piece of bacteria on this bitter earth, Or even, a virus, for what good its worth But dont you understand the words that i'm saying Can't you
Down the road from my old house, was a field from which flowers grew out. But the council came to see, that flowers just aren't good enough for this
