Against Me! - Those Anarcho Punks Are Mysterious lyrics

We're all presidents, we're all congressmen
We're all cops in waiting
We're the workers of the world
There is the elite and the dispossessed
And it's only about survival
Who has the skill to play the
Game for all it's worth
And reach an obscure kind of perfection

Let's try and keep as much emotion
Out of this as possible
Let's try not to remember any names
We'll do it for a country, for a people
For a moral vision
United, we'll make them remember our history
Or how we'd like to be told
How we'd like to be told

And we rock because it's us against them
We found our own reasons to sing
And it's so much less confusing
When lines are drawn like that
When people are either
Consumers or revolutionaries
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes
Of the cogs in the system
It's just about knowing where everyone stands
All of a sudden
People start talking 'bout guns
Talking like they're going to war
'Cause they found something to die for
Start taking back what they stole-
Sure beats every other option
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Well do you really fucking get it?
No, no, no, no no, no, no, no