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Punk music in the shower helps me with dysphoria. Idk if it helps anyone else but it sure as hell helps me. That way I try and make my hair into a mohawk instead of paying attention to how much I hate my body. Against Me! is wonderful with that. Also, I want a leather jacket with spikes so I can paint it and put patches on it

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“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 it co-conspirators.”

Eating the peanuts
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father’s new Ford.
You believe in the ballot,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity’s a four-letter word.
We’re all hypocrites,
But you’re a patriot.
—  Baby, I’m an Anarchist by Against Me!
Baby, I'm an Anarchist!
Against Me!
Baby, I'm an Anarchist!

[…]

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.

[…]

‘Cause baby, I’m an anarchist; You’re a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hand in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks at that Starbucks window
You left me all alone (all alone).

[…]

Baby, I'm an Anarchist!
Against Me!
Baby, I'm an Anarchist!

Against Me!Baby, I’m an Anarchist!

Through the best of times,
Through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember ‘36?
We went our seperate 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 it co-conspirators.

'Cause baby, I’m an anarchist,
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.

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,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and 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 to “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.

'Cause baby, I’m an anarchist,
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.