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