Released on January 1988

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Get a brain, this ain't no pub

You jerks who drink close to our club

We can't play unless we're drunk

'Cause being sober, it just ain't punk

Go far, far away

Way far away

Two blocks away

Four hundred blocks, a block away!

I'm an anarchist, I'll fight the cops

I'll drink my beer, and I'll drink my Schnapps

"You got no right telling me what to do"

But we'll kick your ass when our club's closed down

And it's all because of you

I said go far, far away

(Way far away)

Two blocks away

(Two blocks away)

Four blocks away

Four hundred million hundred blocks away!

(Two blocks away)

Two thousand hundred nine point three two blocks away!

Don't ever come back

Just go so far away that we can't even see you

And you die, what can I say?