She didn't have to try,
She really caught my eye,
With the glint of metal coming from her face.
She is my punk rock queen,
Angry but never mean.
It takes a lot to make her draw her mace.
We are so underground,
We are both really down.
No one would think to question our street cred.
I love that she can't wait,
She wants to smash the state.
The kind of cop she likes is one that's dead.
We're mad at the world and the stars up above.
In the perfect would that I'm dreaming of,
There'd be bureaucrats drowning in the capitalist blood
And you and I in love.
I read Chomsky books,
He reads all my bell hooks.
Anarcho-feminisms the solution.
I love that his hair is blue,
We have the same tattoo.
We are both waiting for the revolution,
Meanwhile we go see bands,
We are the biggest fans.
I love how he sings alone to anti-flag,
He makes me feel alive,
We protest side by side,
I love how those tear-gas tears bring out his eyes
Love is always such a fragile thing.
And who knows what the future might bring.
But I know that we can see it through.
I'll always be true, punk rock love