Emotional Anarchist

Stack your bricks up to the sky
Name each one them throw them high
The trouble with trouble is it comes down fast
So watch out where you're going or you just won't last
(Wow-oh)

You're an emotional anarchist
You're pist cause you've never been kissed
Now you're drowning in a sea of anarchy
With your heart up on your patches
And no faith in democracy

Cover your eyes and plug your ears
We've been lied to all these years
The trouble with trouble is you had a good time
You knew what you were doing at the scene of the crime
(Wow-oh)

Ashes to ashes
We all fall down