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i was a teenage anarchist
drunk on selfish rebellion and of course wild irish rose
spitting in cops' faces
who cut me and break instead of breaking my nose
since then i've been sobered by pepper spray and detox and rehab
i'm still waiting for the time to be right
we'll spit in all those cops' faces together
i was a teenage anarchist
and of course i was full of shit
but show me someone who isn't
i'll show you somebody who hasn't lived
believing in anything means taking the terrible risk of being dead wrong
but i still think that the stakes are worth it
i was a teenage anarchist
what does that make me thirteen years later and we didn't win
but that's the wrong question
like how would we deal with the murderers
tell me how do we deal with them now
if that pig who shot mike brown ever sees a court room
you'll have mostly the looters to thank for it
i was a teenage anarchist
i was a teenage anarchist
i was a teenage anarchist
i was a teenage anarchist
i was a teenage anarchist
i was a teenage anarchist
i was a teenage anarchist and i still am
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