'Cause I want to be anarchy, I am an anti-Christ And I am an anarchist Don't know what I want, but I know how get it I want to destroy, possibly? 'Cause I want to be anarchy, no dog's body Anarchy for the U.K It's coming sometime, it may be

The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands. Is it the same for you? Archaic and content you just wash them off Well I swear there's a ghost on this Island His hands, all covered in blood My wife inquired of understanding But of course my dear, you

They laughed at me wanting you But all you came through Ho, ho, ho! Who's got the last laugh now? They all laughed at Christopher Columbus When he said "The world was round" They all laughed when Edison recorded sound They all laughed at Wilbur and his

I shall be the last among thee Great in power Thus call'st me almighty In not be first archangel "We would like to see most of the human race killed off Because it is unworthy, it is unworthy of the gift of live" Been haunted be the paws of fear And felt

And I, want to be, anarchy 'Cause I, I want to be, anarchy Oh I am an anti-Christ And I am an anarchist Don't know what I want But I know how to get it I want to destroy your passion boy In this fuckin' city