| Song | Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious... |
| Artist | Against Me! |
| Album | Reinventing Axl Rose |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gabel | |
| We're all presidents, we're all congressmen, | |
| We're all cops in waiting, | |
| We're the workers of the world, | |
| There is the elite and the dispossessed, | |
| And it's only about survival, | |
| Who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth, | |
| And reach an obscure kind of perfection, | |
| Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible, | |
| Let's try not to remember any names, | |
| We'll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision, | |
| United, we'll make them remember our history, | |
| Or how we'd like to be told, | |
| How we'd like to be told... | |
| And we rock, | |
| Because it's us against them. | |
| We found our own reasons to sing, | |
| And it's so much less confusing | |
| when lines are drawn like that, | |
| When people are either consumers or revolutionaries, | |
| Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes | |
| Of the cogs in the system, | |
| It's just about knowing where everyone stands. | |
| All of a sudden, | |
| People start talking 'bout guns, | |
| Talking like they're going to war, | |
| 'Cause they found something to die for, | |
| Start taking back what they stole- | |
| sure beats every other option, | |
| But does it make a difference how we get it? | |
| Well do you really fucking get it? | |
| No, no, no, no, | |
| No, no, no, no.... |
| zuo qu : Gabel | |
| We' re all presidents, we' re all congressmen, | |
| We' re all cops in waiting, | |
| We' re the workers of the world, | |
| There is the elite and the dispossessed, | |
| And it' s only about survival, | |
| Who has the skill to play the game for all it' s worth, | |
| And reach an obscure kind of perfection, | |
| Let' s try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible, | |
| Let' s try not to remember any names, | |
| We' ll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision, | |
| United, we' ll make them remember our history, | |
| Or how we' d like to be told, | |
| How we' d like to be told... | |
| And we rock, | |
| Because it' s us against them. | |
| We found our own reasons to sing, | |
| And it' s so much less confusing | |
| when lines are drawn like that, | |
| When people are either consumers or revolutionaries, | |
| Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes | |
| Of the cogs in the system, | |
| It' s just about knowing where everyone stands. | |
| All of a sudden, | |
| People start talking ' bout guns, | |
| Talking like they' re going to war, | |
| ' Cause they found something to die for, | |
| Start taking back what they stole | |
| sure beats every other option, | |
| But does it make a difference how we get it? | |
| Well do you really fucking get it? | |
| No, no, no, no, | |
| No, no, no, no.... |
| zuò qǔ : Gabel | |
| We' re all presidents, we' re all congressmen, | |
| We' re all cops in waiting, | |
| We' re the workers of the world, | |
| There is the elite and the dispossessed, | |
| And it' s only about survival, | |
| Who has the skill to play the game for all it' s worth, | |
| And reach an obscure kind of perfection, | |
| Let' s try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible, | |
| Let' s try not to remember any names, | |
| We' ll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision, | |
| United, we' ll make them remember our history, | |
| Or how we' d like to be told, | |
| How we' d like to be told... | |
| And we rock, | |
| Because it' s us against them. | |
| We found our own reasons to sing, | |
| And it' s so much less confusing | |
| when lines are drawn like that, | |
| When people are either consumers or revolutionaries, | |
| Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes | |
| Of the cogs in the system, | |
| It' s just about knowing where everyone stands. | |
| All of a sudden, | |
| People start talking ' bout guns, | |
| Talking like they' re going to war, | |
| ' Cause they found something to die for, | |
| Start taking back what they stole | |
| sure beats every other option, | |
| But does it make a difference how we get it? | |
| Well do you really fucking get it? | |
| No, no, no, no, | |
| No, no, no, no.... |