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 pie throwers They call it class war I call them co-conspirators 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, Edward Hopper and James Gilleard, Zdzislaw Beksinski, Mark Ryden, Wolfgang Lettl highly detailed, hints of Yayoi Kasuma, Odilon Redon. Drexler