Melhor versão desta música. Sai a raiva, fica só a ideia central.
I am an anarchist
I am an anti-Christ
Don’t know what I want
But I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by
‘Cos I wanna be anarchy,
Anarchy for the UK
It’s coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
Cause I wanna be anarchy
It’s in the city
How many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the NME
I use anarchy
‘Cause I wanna be anarchy
It’s the only way to be
Is this the MPLA
Or is this the UDA
Or is this the IRA
I thought it was the UK
‘Cause I wanna be anarchy
‘Cause I wanna be anarchy
Esta música me lembra muito o monólogo inicial de Trainspotting
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
que, por sua vez, me lembra Fitter Happier.
Mais ajustado, mais feliz.
Tires that grip in the wet.
