Seventy nine, eighty a movement was born Full of spite, frustration, and scorn Labeled as peace punx the anarchists brought rage To a sold out rebellion raising punk to it's next stage Revolutionary words, music, and action Taking to the streets, destroying the factions The music biz ba*tards saw money to be sought But the Anarchy and peace couldn't be brought Called on their sh** they proved their point, but Rumors and gossip began taking it's course As pedestals crashed the movement lost faith So the battle continued with it's next source Thousands rioted as the movement surged forth Hurling changes of brutality and truth Enough is enough they howled and they hissed Unruly street punks fought mind and fist Nihilist attitudes, anger and rage Governed their pa**ion and turned the next page Over and over again accusations wage Viruses planted, self destruct engaged Even them within the rumors took their toll No one knew who but another's faith was sold But the flight never died Least of all our dreams Even more than before the Fight still remains Organize now to continue the battle Revolution is thought and action as one Crush the boundaries, live by example Evolve together our times has begun! Agitate Pile on the pressure Fulfill your dreams Fight Back or F*ck Off!