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We meet in underground parking lots And late night in coffee shops With voices low unless we're drunk We got hats and cupped sunglasses We question all that is wrong We discuss conspiracy Are we enemies of the state? Or idealist bushwazee? I'll get this one, put it on my card I get frequent flyer mileage And a booklet of a place So next time I visit the third world I won't have to fly second class The peoples revolution is gonna be a podcast We took a bus to the anarchist book fair I left the hybrid at home I scored an extremely rare signed copy of the communist manifesto We protested the G8 got maced by female police In hot black uniforms and boots I got one's email address Still I'm waiting to see if my bid on E-Bay was enough To get Today's Empires, Are Tomorrow's Ashes on red vinyl it's going on the wall Next to the Battle of Las Angeles Of Las Angeles. From Letras Mania