you hold in your hands a pot with some ACME
you want to explode a prestigious bar
i'd catch all your friends and tear out their acne
but when i see you, my eyes spark with stars
i am with police department
and this job i can't depart
i am fighting war on terror
risking body, soul and heart
missy anarchist, you are my little girl,
you are my little lass, my evil snake!
you are my red hat, my silly red hat,
my stupid red hat--my make or break!
i often get info from beat to the precinct
they catch you again--and i'm there in no time
i take away from you a bomb, or a stinger--
then grab you by tit, and give you my mind
just tell me, why do you need all this trouble?
why try to destroy our order of life?
your little gun would be better off making bubbles
with one little shell, what's the pont of your strife?!
Missy Anarchist
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2015
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