Afi

The ends don't always justify the means, but I know what it takes
to get what I need. I've got the cure when passive protest just
won't do...just flick my Bic as I hold it to the fuse.
Smash it up. Break it down. Bring it down, down to the ground.
Tear it up. Burn it down. Burn it down, down to the ground.
How long have we waited for the day when they tighten their grips
and we slip away? The sound of breaking glass drives me back
up. It makes me whole, when I've been down on my luck.