I'm an accidental anarchist Still don't have my drivers liscense, yet. And I don't ride bikes like some punks do 'Cause I just walk 'till there's holes in my shoes. And there's tape on my sole and a hole in my chest that's next to a heart that's sending Dirty looks back to the kid with the 395$ vintage punk leather jacket. And I don't think I could ever write song That you could relate to, But you probably say you do, And who the hell am I to judge you? Yeah, who the hell am I to judge you? Oh, I'm your closet prophet And your bible says I'm long overdue.