The Marxist Brothers Lyrics

We meet in underground parking lots and late night in coffee shops
With voices low unless we're drunk, we got hats and cop sunglasses
We question all that is wrong, we discuss conspiracy
Are we enemies of the state or idealist bourgoise?

I'll get this one, put it on my card
I get frequent flear mileage and a booklet of upgrades
So next time I visit the third world I won't have fly second class
The people's revolution is gonna be a podcast

We took the bus to the Anarchist Book Fair, I left the hybrid at home
I scored an extremly rare signed copy of the Communist Manifesto
We protested the G8, got maced by female police in hot black uniforms and boots
I got one's e-mail address

Still I'm waiting to see if my bid on eBay was enough
To get Today's Empires are Tomorrow's Ashes on soviet red vinyl
It's goin'on the wall next to Tubthumoer and The Battle of Los Angeles