Armchair anarchist

I'm a marked anarchist
Yes, I'm being totally honest
In fact, just the other morning
I was planning a bombing
Firstly, the House Of Lords
then on to the Brit Awards

Singing
"Bomb the idiots"
"Bomb all the idiots now"
"Bomb the idiots"
"Bomb all the idiots now"

I'm a public enemy
The gallows is where it'll have to be
And there'll be no remorse
for all the panic that I have caused
Just as I light the fuse wire
I can just picture the headlines

"Viva Dynamite"
"Viva Dynamite Oh"
"Viva Dynamite"
"Viva Dynamite Oh"

To move the world in some way
Without leaving any bad taste
In the mouths of the human race
The human race

I'm a young transvestite
I wear clothes that women like
In fact I've got a lovely silken blouse
That just gets me so aroused

What do you think of me?
What do you think of me now?
What do you think of me?
What do you think of me now?

What will you do to me?
What will you do to me now?
Why don't you shoot me?
Take a gun and shoot me down?

'Cause I've lost all faith
In the human race
or is it just another bad day?