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Show Me the Way to Anarchy [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=”#e02b20″ divider_weight=”2px” _builder_version=”3.23.3″ width=”31%” module_alignment=”center”][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_blurb _builder_version=”3.22.7″ body_font=”|600|||||||” body_text_align=”center” body_font_size=”19px” body_line_height=”1.8em” border_radii=”on|10px|10px|10px|10px” box_shadow_style=”preset2″ text_orientation=”center”]<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I’ve got a question for you, dear Outside, the leaves are turning brown I’ve got some lovebombs in my sock Outside, the cops are on the beat Where are the rude boys to stop them all? Okay<\/p>\n I love the way you skip their fist I want to be as punk as you Because the good boys don’t need to be told Truth, oh there’s trouble at the top Oh, but that serpent’s got some heads <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n [\/et_pb_blurb][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row use_custom_gutter=”on” _builder_version=”3.22.7″ width=”58%”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”3.22.7″][et_pb_audio audio=”https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/6th7-anarchy.mp3″ _builder_version=”3.23.3″ background_color=”rgba(126,190,197,0)” background_layout=”light”][\/et_pb_audio][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Show Me the Way to Anarchy I’ve got a question for you, dear May I just briefly have your ear? Show me the way to anarchy My armchair’s got a hold of me Outside, the leaves are turning brown The world insists on spinning round Can you arrange a new dawn? So show […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/567"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=567"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/567\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":570,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/567\/revisions\/570"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=567"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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May I just briefly have your ear?
Show me the way to anarchy
My armchair’s got a hold of me<\/p>\n
The world insists on spinning round
Can you arrange a new dawn?
So show me…<\/p>\n
Your heart could make them all go off
You found the fuse and lit the tip
I’m not complaining about it<\/p>\n
Your pulse is right against their feet
You’re right against them, my friend,
So show me…<\/p>\n
Where are the riot grrrls
in our hour of greatest need?
Where are the mohawks to stop the war?
Is it just gonna be you and me?<\/p>\n
It’s confrontation with a twist
They don’t know which–to laugh or cry
Gordon, watch out for custard pies<\/p>\n
Which book will show me what to do?
Tell me the book I should read
I’m joking<\/p>\n
that real punk girls know how to be bold
You don’t need mohawks, but punk attitude
which always starts here with me and you…<\/p>\n
Bush fires can be quite hard to stop
A change of regime would be good
If I could change it then I would<\/p>\n
All politicans make their beds
Is anarchy round the bend?
Here’s hoping …<\/span><\/p>\n