Baby I'm an Anarchapitalist
Here stand I the embodiment of DIY
Sell stuff for cheap but the prices still seem too high
Fight the system while rocking out to Randy
And Choking Victim and play acoustic guitar
Because there's nobody out there fit to rule over me
I lead life based on my own morality
And I know that I'm doing it better than the rest of you
I got no band, and that's how I am free
To just fuck myself over continuously
I'm not some anchor wrapped tightly around
Some bandmates' ankles to keep them underground
I'll run my mouth and put a bullet in my foot
All the doors of opportunity are shutting for good
But I know that I'm doing it better than the rest of you
And it kills me to explain the way I think the game is played
Something-hundred million people intellectually enslaved
Losing life savings to the chances of a roulette wheel
The odds are stacked against you, but you're high on the defeat
The rape is just exciting enough to keep your seat
And you'll drink to forget why you're even still around
But if some day you're reading it on the news wire
That Matt Wixson has inked a record contract with Sire
Then you can hate me and call me a sellout
But can you blame me for putting food in my mouth?
Principles are easy when there's nothing there to take
But human nature says we'd all run to the bank
To cash that fucking check because now I'm just like you
I can't change anything and I'm broke and now I'm just like you
Autor(es): Matt Wixson
