Lyrics:

We meet in underground parking lots

And late night in coffee shops

With voices low unless we’re drunk

We've got hats and cupped sunglasses

We question all that is wrong

We discuss conspiracy

Are we enemies of the state?

Or idealist bourgeoisie?



I’ll get this one, put it on my card

I get frequent flyer mileage

And a booklet of upgrades

So next time I visit the third world

I won’t have to fly second class

The people's revolution is gonna be a podcast



We took the bus to the anarchist book fair

I left the hybrid at home

I scored an extremely rare signed copy of the communist manifesto

We protested the G8, got maced by female police

In hot black uniforms and boots

I got one’s e-mail address



Still I’m waiting to see if my bid on eBay was enough

To get "Today’s Empires Are Tomorrow’s Ashes" on soviet red vinyl

It’s going on the wall next to "Tubthumper" and "The Battle Of Los Angeles"

Of Los Angeles