Anti-Social Socialist Lyrics

Don't you think it's time

We give the young kids a try

I mean, I just turned twenty-five

And these wars are old enough to drive me wild

I think I'm old enough to think up

Something that's worth your time

I mean, these wars are old enough to drink up, with us

Every single lie and crime you think of

Like

Who did the peaceniks hire?

Who set the plants on fire?

Oh, what a greasy slider

Woops, my trial expired

Who blew the housing bubble?

Who set the plans to rubble?

Pay for the entertainment

Stay for the celebration

They call me another communist

An idealistic populist

The words written by a colonist

An incontinent columnist

Who gets off to the dominance

Of near-rheumatic monopolists who

Praise economic copulance and

Incognizant apologists

They call me another socialist

A mean, left-leaning coastal globalist

By low self-esteem male chauvinists

Who think the earth is motionless

They call me another communist

A money-taking, freedom hating catalyst

A no-good, boastful, woeful socialist

I'm an anti-social socialist, oh yeah

And I'm here

To take your mind

I'm an anti-social socialist

I'm an hopeful, social anarchist

I'm a mean, left-leaning feminist

I'm an anti-social socialist, oh yeah

And I'm here

To take your mind