Anarchist Wedding
No god's no masters no happily ever after
We're throwing bricks instead of rice
We're building bombs and riding bikes
Wire me up wire me up wire me up I'm set to explode
Wire me up ya wire me up wire me up I'm gonna blow
Stay off the grid, destroy the government
Our hearts are bombs beating in our chests
They'll charge us as domestic terrorists
Wire me up
Paradise trumbull to poplar
drunk as fuck on organic pear cider
I have never seen two people more in love
so for tonight revolution is on hold
Two harts set to explode!