Well we can do just what we please, But we can never turn on the heat And every night's a blackout in this place We get the bills, but we don't pay, no, we don't pay And I guess you're right 'cause all of my friends are drug addicts And I guess you're right 'cause this really is a pretty gross mattress But I'd rather sleep with junkies than with angels As the moonlight turns all of us to werewolves And sunrise, it's just a gorgeous bedtime, The way the light hits the cheap wine. Well I can do just what I want, And that's get drunk in Vermont Down by the bridge with the Colt 45 Sipping and watching them pigs drive by, drive by And I guess you're right 'cause we're just a bunch of alcoholics And I guess you're right 'cause we ain't taking down the system tomorrow Sometimes anarchy should mean burning a black flag And utopia should mean no paper bags And maybe our hundred drunk mistakes Could add up to smash the State, smash the State Smash the State! And I hope that is the case, 'Cause otherwise we'll never get out of this place.