Let's have a brief chat about anarchy
Here's a rough idea of what it means to me
It's just my view
Doesn't mean it's true
But I think it's only fair to explain to you
Giros don't mean freedom
Nor does special brew
Maybe you've forgotten what I thought you knew
Pants down to the Ketamine crew
Freedom
Ain't the offie
It don't come in bags and wraps
There's a funny smell pervading and it isn't me that shat
When I was green and young
I thought all this was fun
It took over my life and I saw what I had become
I saw the rebels
Had a leader
And it's name was Babylon
And I've realised it's the poison that can stop us from being strong
If nihilist addiction
Gives a sense that you belong
And you think that it's freedom
Then I'm telling you
You're wrong