Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious...

Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious...

Against Me!
(album: Reinventing Axl Rose)

We´re all presidents, we´re all congressmen,
We´re all cops in waiting,
We´re the workers of the world,
There is the elite and the dispossessed,
And it´s only about survival,
Who has the skill to play the game for all it´s worth,
And reach an obscure kind of perfection,
Let´s try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible,
Let´s try not to remember any names,
We´ll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision,
United, we´ll make them remember our history,
Or how we´d like to be told,
How we´d like to be told...

And we rock,
Because it´s us against them.
We found our own reasons to sing,
And it´s so much less confusing
when lines are drawn like that,
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries,
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes
Of the cogs in the system,
It´s just about knowing where everyone stands.
All of a sudden,
People start talking ´bout guns,
Talking like they´re going to war,
´Cause they found something to die for,
Start taking back what they stole-
sure beats every other option,
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Well do you really fucking get it?
No, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no....