Sexy Anarchist Boy

sexy anarchist boy,
i ask you on a date,
and you say, "no, it'll just happen."
sexy anarchist boy,
i ask you out to play,
and you say, you don't play games.
sexy anarchist boy,
i will organize your life
if you promise to fuck up mine.
then we'll kiss and we'll be just fine.
i know just what i am -
a vapor in a fantasy.
but when i make my plans,
my planner looks an awful lot like me.

i know just what you are -
a fool with a good thought
wrapped in bad ideas.
you soak up where you are,
then you spit it all out in onomatopoeia.
sexy anarchist boy,
i will organize your life
if you promise to fuck up mine.
then we'll kiss and we'll be just fine.
in the park, i was feeling lame,
at the bottom of the blues,
looking at the top of the pops.
and then i heard you call my name.
you were calling from a herd of bikes
flying from the cops, and you said,
"i would stop to talk to you,
but this pig is on my back,
and i don't know what will ensue."
so i said, "god speed,
you black clad punk,
you can give the world a beating,
and i'll give it funk."
oh!
sexy anarchist boy,
i will organize your life
if you promise to fuck up mine.
then we'll kiss and we'll be just fine
we'll be just fine
we'll be just fine