The Marxist Brothers

We meet in underground parking lots
And late night in coffee shops
With voices low unless we’re drunk
We’ve got hats and cop sunglasses
We question all that is wrong
We discuss conspiracy
Are we enemies of the state?
Or idealist bourgeoisie?
I’ll get this one, put it on my card
I get frequent flyer mileage
And a booklet of upgrades
So next time I visit the third world
I won’t have to fly second class
The people’s revolution is gonna be a podcast
We took the bus to the anarchist book fair
I left the hybrid at home
I scored an extremely rare signed copy of the communist manifesto
We protested the G8, got maced by female police
In hot black uniforms and boots
I got one’s e-mail address
Still I’m waiting to see if my bid on eBay was enough
To get «Today's Empires Are Tomorrow’s Ashes"on soviet red vinyl
It’s going on the wall next to «Tubthumper"and «The Battle Of Los Angeles»
Of Los Angeles