Cheese On Bread — Sexy Anarchist Boy lyrics

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Sexy Anarchist Boy
I ask you on a date
And you say, «No, it’ll just happen.»
Sexy Anarchist Boy
I ask you out to play
And you say you don’t play games
Sexy Anarchist Boy
I will organise your life
If you promise to fuck up mine
Then we’ll kiss, and we’ll be just fine
I know just what I am
A vapor in a fantasy
But when I make my plans,
My planner looks an awful lot like me
I know just what you are
A fool with a good thought wrapped in bad ideas
You soak up where you are
And spit it all out in onomatopoeia
Sexy Anarchist Boy
I will organise your life
If you promise to fuck up mine
Then we’ll kiss and we’ll be just fine
In the park, I was feelin' lame
At the bottom of the blues
Lookin' at the top of the pops
Then I heard you call my name
You were calling from a herd of bikes
Flying from the cops, and you said,
«I would stop to talk to you,
But this pig is on my back,
And I don’t know what will ensue.»
So I said, «God speed,
You black clad punk,
You can give the world a beating,
And i’ll give it funk.»
Oh!
Sexy Anarchist Boy
I will organise your life
If you promise to fuck up mine
Then we’ll kiss, and we’ll be just fine
We’ll be just fine
We’ll be just fine