Anti. Yes that’s me
Anti. I was born to be
Anti. Anti what?
Anti what ever you got!
When I was a kid I had a strange set of eyes
I saw only scrappy knees and crystal blue skies
And when I looked at the grown human
I thought I had something in common with them
But now I’ve learned that they are all f*ckups
And I’ve grown to hate the world of the grownups
Maybe they changed, maybe it was me
But when I look now, what I see is the enemy
Talking to you about anarchy
Is like telling a fish in a tank about the sea
I know I’m not free; I’m in a tank too
But mine’s got cooler inmates than yours do’
Misfits and criminals, punx and anarchists
-you’ll never find a bunch of more pissed off fish
If I’m anti them? Comes the question from you
No I’m f*cking not, because they’re all anti too!