Against Me!

Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious...

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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 skill to play the game
For all it's worth
Reaching out for a scary kind of perfection
Let's try to keep
As much emotion out of this
As possible
Let's try not to remember any names
We'll do it for our country
For our people, for a moral vision
United, we'll make them remember
Our history
Or how we like to be told
How we 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 about 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
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no

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