Skatepunk

• Title: Baby, I'm An Archanist
• Artist: Against Me!
• Album: The Lime Album
• Length: 2:40 minutes (2.46 MB)
• Format: Stereo 44kHz 128Kbps (CBR)

Hilarious lyrics to a great song. This was from the era where they were emerging as a great band and Tom was really developing as a song writer. The album this was off, "Reinventing Axl Rose" was underground album of the year in 2002 for tons of reviewers. This song was often played last at Against Me! shows -- it culminated the show as the ultimate sing along and was a perfect ender, but it also deteriorated so badly with kids storming the stage that Tom would take off his guitar and simply sing, if he could even do that. After that it was sorta difficult to put things back together.

Lyrics:
Through the best of times, through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush, do you remember '36?
We went our separate ways...
You fought for Stalin - I fought for freedom
You believe in authority - I believe in myself
I'm a molotov cocktail, you're Dom Perignon
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that...
I burn down buildings while you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops on the looters and piethrowers
They call it class war, I call them co-conspirators
Chorus:
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist and you're a spineless liberal
We marched together for the eight-hour day and held hands in the streets of Seattle
But when it came time to throw bricks through that Starbucks window
You left me all alone (all alone)

You watched in awe at the red white and blue on the fourth of July
While those fireworks were exploding I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high...
Eating the peanuts that the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford--
You believe in the ballot you believe in reform
You have faith in the elephant and the jackass
And to you solidarity's a four-letter word
We're all hypocrites, but you're a patriot
You thought I was only joking when I screamed "Kill Whitey!" at the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars and the men in their suits
No, I won't take your hand and marry the state
Chorus