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