An educated opinion on events of the world
Your own exclusive clique, your flag unfurled
But you don't want to stir up emotions
or cause any trouble
Just a laugh in the corner
in your safe, protective bubble
Anarcho-anarchist
your fashionable self-label
But it means nothing
when there's no agenda on the table
Your collective mindset
has no room for individual thought
'cos it's easier to talk the talk than to walk the walk
As I stand on this stage and stare across all the faces
Of passion, of spirit,conviction there are no traces
You seem to have forgotten what your voice is for
So it's left to me to ask
Why is nobody angry anymore?
So we laughed and we danced
and we talked until it was dawn
with gleaming armour and sharpened swords
and when the tme for talking was over
and we'd found the solution
The stage was now set for our revolution
the bands played on draped in satire
With a political wit like this
they'll surely set this town on fire
But when it all kicked off, not one of them moved
I guess they've forgotten
the point they wanted to prove
