Lyrics:

Through the best of times, through the worst of times
Through Nixon and through Bush
Do you remember '36, we went our separate 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 pie throwers
They call it class war
I call them 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, 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, you 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 was screaming '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

'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