martes, 6 de octubre de 2009

She didn't have to try, she really caught my eye

With the glint of metal coming from her face

She is my punk rock queen, angry but never mean

It takes a lot to make her draw her mace

We are so underground, we are both really down

No one would think to question our street cred

I love that she can't wait, she wants to smash the state

The kind of cop she likes is one that's dead

We're mad at the world and the stars up above

In the perfect world that I'm dreaming of

There'd be bureaucrats drowning in capitalist blood

And you and I in love, punk rock love

I read his Chomsky books, he reads all my Bell Hooks

Anarcho-feminism is the solution

I love that his hair is blue, we have the same tattoo

We are both waiting for the revolution

Meanwhile we go see bands, we are the biggest fans

I love how he sings along to Anti-Flag

He makes me feel alive, we protest side by side

I love how those tear-gas tears bring out his eyes

Love is always such a fragile thing

And who knows what the future might bring

But I know that we can see it through

I'll always be true, punk rock love

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