Panthers Vandalist Committee Of Public Lyrics

We aren't a band, we are a cabal of terrorists. So give
it up, give us the gold or your lives. 'Professors, you
make us old' and you'll be the first to go: teachers,
poets, militants, family. You're all cops. Don't say
society, say racket, 'cause that's what it is, and your art is bourgeois shit! Your culture is square shaped cop
speak. You're all impotent fools until you smash your
teacher's face in and set fire to the faculty. We aren't
a band, we're a vandalist committee with stenciled faces
and bloody lips. Align or die.