I see some militant punks in the street They are all looking at me They are throwing stones and messing around And they want me to join them
But i say: I don't believe in anarchy I don't believe in bullshit
They don't like my answer and they want to fight But you don't put a skinhead down, please taste my right So i have to put them all to sleep and carry on To get my beer so fuck you all
I don't believe in anarchy I don't believe in bullshit