[Chorus]
Anarchy bla bla
From heads oh so empty
Revolution
With a posh overtone
[Verse 1]
You pub-radicals, come rally
Internationale, hoi hoi hoi hoi
Stubborn discussions
Brain long fucked up
Dead ideals block the view
[Post-verse]
With bread and lard, beer and wine
We lull ourselves
Biermann and beer
Make us all teary-eyed
[Chorus]
Anarchy bla bla
From heads oh so empty
Revolution
With a posh overtone
[Verse 2]
Countless liberation struggles
But sadly only verbally
That's the way it is, life is a bitch
"Love and peace" is long fucked up
[Post-verse]
The heat of the battle
Of thе summer of sixty eight
Still warms us today
From the past
[Chorus]
Anarchy bla bla
From hеads oh so empty
Revolution
With a posh overtone
[Verse 3]
Working class, how I hate them
The proletariat doesn't give a shit about us
Whatever we do, they are immune
All that's turned red is my nose
[Outro]
Pub-anarchy
We cling to it
Please never leave us
Oh, pub-anarchy