A Question Of Intelligence

We're anarchy in its purest state
You're so punk you can't relate
All you do is stand and stare
Your life rotates around your hair
We personify the chaos dream
A contradictory regime
We intimidate and invoke fear
Cause you believe the truth is here

No, this isn't civil war, this is just our stance
But because you disagree you won't give us a chance

You wear the sign of anarchy
This is what it means to me
When punks become the establishment
I'd say our kind was heaven sent
You want to lead in every scene
You criticize us in your 'zine
Your politics are just as bad
You wish you had the guts we had

No, this isn't civil war, this is just our stance
But because you disagree you won't give us a chance

Anarchy is no solution
We won't fight your revolution
You're just a power hungry punk
A politician when you're drunk
No values? well, that's just bunk
I guess you wrote the book on punk
And you've sure got a lot of rules
Now decide, who are the fools?

No, this isn't civil war, this is just our stance
But because you disagree you won't give us a chance