Stack your bricks up to the sky.
Name each one then throw them high.
The trouble with trouble is it comes down fast.
So watch out where you're going or you just won't last. Woah.

You're an emotional anarchist.
You're pist cause you never been kissed.
Now you're drowning in a sea of anarchy,
With your heart up on your patches,
And no faith in democracy.

Cover your eyes and plug your ears.
We've been lied to all these years.
The trouble with trouble is you had a good time.
You knew what you were doing at the scene of the crime. Woah.

You're an emotional anarchist.
You're pist cause you never been kissed.
Now you're drowning in a sea of anarchy,
With your heart up on your patches,
And no faith in democracy.

Ashes to ashes we all fall down...

You're an emotional anarchist.
You're pist cause you never been kissed.
Now you're drowning in a sea of anarchy,
With your heart up on your patches,
And no faith in democracy.

You're an emotional anarchist. (Emotional anarchist.)
You're an emotional anarchist. (Emotional anarchist.)
Now you're drowning in a sea of anarchy, (Drowning in a sea.)
With your heart up on your patches,
And no faith in democracy.