He said what’s the matter? You don’t like new people? Well they put me on edge, and I could go either way. I’m an anti-socialist.
I don’t like the danger. There’s no thrill of victory. Bad judgment follows me, won’t give me rest. I’m an anti-socialist.
I want fix ‘em with my bare hands And I’m trying not to lose control. I’m fighting the urge, and I’m trying not to lose control I want to fix ‘em with my bare hands.