The ends don't always justify the means, 
but I know what it takes to get what I 
need, I've got the cure when passive protest just won't do...just flick my 
Bic as I hold it to the fuse.  
Smash it up. 
Break it down. 
Bring it down, down to the ground. 
Tear it up. 
Burn it down. 
Burn 
it down, down to the ground.  
How long have we waited for the day when they tighten their grips 
and we slip away? 
The sound of breaking glass drives me back up. 
It makes me whole, when I've been down on my luck. 
 
 
[Thanks to  Somethin37@hotmail.com  for these lyrics]