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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 ketamein crew. Freedom ain't the offie, It doesn't come in bags and wraps, There's a funny smell prevading and it ain'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 its name was Babylon, And I've realised it's the poison that can stop us 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 From Letras Mania