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This very morning at six a clock sharp I stepped out in the light straight from the dark I went from the club to the buss and my bed I had some sunglasses on and took a pill for my head I was low I was worn out and used my light had burned out to a glow I was low I don't remember that much but my friends, well they told me so I woke up around a quarter to three Another parking lot in another city Already been here a time or two Don't need no map or some guide to know what to do I know which street to walk which stores to see to find the necessary I know in which restaurants I need to be to find some good food for me I'm still vegetarian, anti-American I'm still socialist and I still Raise my fist I'm still anarchist; I'm still atheist I'm still pissed, because some Things they enlist I raise my fist After sound-check I felt better again I went to the backstage where I met a friend He said he had some plans for me and the band After the show we had a party to attend You know that I always said it's better to do something than just sit Around waiting to die I'm still vegetarian, anti-American I'm still socialist and I still Raise my fist I'm still anarchist; I'm still atheist I'm still pissed, because some Things they enlist