Quit school
Give up this mess
To be the boss off yourself again
Give up desks and amphitheatres
And come to the beach where we'll make love
Quit work
Give up this bitch
And see how you decide for yourself first
Thousands of supermarkets full of stuff
Why don't we steal them for our old age?
Give up God, Father, and scarecrow
Don't wish for marriage
And a salaried beast of burden
Say no to being a slave
Our children will live in communes
So give it up then, give up the political party
Don't want to carry your clockwork corpse
Being a spokesman of the main donkey
Say no to being a gullible idiot and a mentor
Piss in the parliament
And break their offices
Bureaucracy can go drown itself
And wear a full face hood
When they go after you
So in every event they won't recognise you
Quit army, the sheep-making factory
Even if they think we're fit for the crazy house
For a stupid homeland
They weaponise the people
Hierarchy is not fit for anarchists
I'm this society we have become really rotten
Inhuman customs became habitual
Give everything up so we live uncomfortably
Let the others walk the way they want, we'll go the opposite direction