The Armchair Anarchists Rap

23-04-2007

With the local elections coming, who wants to be bothered with all that voting nonsense? Not The Stirrer’s resident poet Brendan Hawthorne. He’s an armchair anarchist, he is.

I can shout and point at the geek in the suit

Spout lounge lizard politics drinking cup-a-soup

Say I hate youth culture when I listen to rap

Bore the arse of others with a political map

I’m an Armchair Anarchist

I am

I’m an Armchair Anarchist

I listen to the Sex Pistols when taking a bath

And pretend to be Rotten just for a laugh

I bite the heads off rubber ducks and not feel sorry

Cos over my head is a picture of Ozzy

I’m an Armchair Anarchist

I am

I’m an Armchair Anarchist

I like to cross the road when the man’s on red

And I’ve built a bay window for my garden shed

I’m collecting tokens for a Che Guevara flag

And I ball out Johnny P. for driving round in a Jag

I’m an Armchair Anarchist

I am

I’m an Armchair Anarchist

I’d really like to wear that Blairful smile

Be totally considerate all of the while

Use open body gestures and hands to greet

Have sweaty armpits deodorants just cannot beat

I’m an Armchair Anarchist

I am

I’m an Armchair Anarchist

I sit and wait for the next revolution to start

As I bite my nails and think with a draylon heart

Because when that day comes and the votes role in

I’ll say I don’t want them, I wanted the other side to win

I’m an Armchair Anarchist

I am

I’m an Armchair Anarchist

I am