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