recourse to physical force. Anarchy will then be the result I want to tell you about anarchism Conclusion Guess what? I want to tell you about anarchism
Tulkojums: Chumbawamba. ABC anarhisma.
Spirit filled screaming Hardcore for God We are against all The scarlet whore fraud We stand for the Living Ignoring acts of death We are against sinning
Well i wish i could write a love song for us, But y'know everytime i just come out with the same old stuff Like class war and workers rights I find
Down the road from my old house, was a field from which flowers grew out. But the council came to see, that flowers just aren't good enough for this
that kind of love is just not what I wish cause i'd rather feel the sweet tender touch of an anarchist My Dad says i'm a bastard anarchist, "You should
Busta Rhymes, 2000 We got the fire now Come on Hey, come on, hey whether it's from all of us You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest
Tri-lateral commission Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is (My live niggaz in the spot) Tell me what y'
Anarchy in Bedrock...twitch, twitch (one, two, three, four) Right now, hahaha... I am an antichrist I am an anarchist, Don't know what I want But know
Mary was a girl with a cause She was simply fed up Mary moved out to Berkeley And stuck pins,, her face as a sort of statement Against oppression of
Hoo, hah, hoo, hah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Rock star shit niggas From the street, to the stadium From the street, to the stadium From the street, to the
one backa?? And the room caved in With a flash of the ankle, snarl of the lip I see you in the street and gasp 'Cause Only Anarchists Are Only Anarchists Are Only Anarchists
, Ana hey, Ana ho(Anarchist) Aesthetic anarchist Your people await Aesthetic anarchist You can't be late So park your conscience where your ego lies Aesthetic anarchist
"Emotional Anarchist" Stack your bricks up to the sky, Name each one and throw them high, The trouble with trouble is it comes down fast, So watch out
Here, the moment of truth It comes in the air It's always the same, it's so insane. You cover your eyes you fall inside before it begins it's over. Crash
of them. You call the cops On the looters and piethrowers. They call it class war, I call it co-conspirators. 'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist, You're
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
What this world is comin' to, to, to Can you see, see, see, see What's in store for you, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you? What this world is comin
