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Nazi Punks Fuck Off

Less Talk, More Rock

The Only Good Fascist Is a Very Dead Fascist

Herz Für Die Sache

Antifascista

Herz für die Sache

Through the best of times,
 Through the worst of times,
 Through Nixon and through Bush,
 Do you remember '36?
 We went our seperate ways.
 You fought for Stalin.
 I fought for freedom.
 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 piethrowers.
 They call it class war,
 I call it co-conspirators.

 'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
 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.

 You watched in awe at the red,
 White, and blue on the fourth of july.
 While those fireworks were exploding,
 I was burning that fucker
 And stringing my black flag high,
 Eating the peanuts
 That the parties have tossed you
 In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
 You believe in the ballot,
 Believe in reform.
 You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
 And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
 We're all hypocrites,
 But you're a patriot.
 You thought I was only joking
 When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
 At the top of my lungs
 At the cops in their cars
 And the men in their suits.
 No, I won't take your hand
 And marry the State.


Against Me - Baby, I'm an Anarchist

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