I Raise My Fist

This very morning at six a clock sharp
I stepped out in the light straight from the dark
I went from the club to the buss and my bed
I had some sunglasses on and took a pill for my head
I was low I was worn out and used my light had burned out to a glow
I was low I don’t remember that much but my friends, well they told me so
I woke up around a quarter to three
Another parking lot in another city
Already been here a time or two
Don’t need no map or some guide to know what to do
I know which street to walk which stores to see to find the necessary
I know in which restaurants I need to be to find some good food for me
I’m still vegetarian, anti-American I’m still socialist and I still
Raise my fist
I’m still anarchist; I’m still atheist I’m still pissed, because some
Things they enlist
I raise my fist
After sound-check I felt better again
I went to the backstage where I met a friend
He said he had some plans for me and the band
After the show we had a party to attend
You know that I always said it’s better to do something than just sit
Around waiting to die
I’m still vegetarian, anti-American I’m still socialist and I still
Raise my fist
I’m still anarchist; I’m still atheist I’m still pissed, because some
Things they enlist