I wanna have a heretic’s death.
Making claims that are profane ’til my very last breath.
Smashing idols in the heterodox well out of my depth
and then punished by the Man with a heretic’s death!
Oh yeah…
Oh yeah…

I wanna get locked away for doing wrong against the Establishment.
I wanna be kept down – but not for long!
I wanna be an angry young man; embittered, but full of wide hope!
I wanna be the spanner in the works. The thing that fucks it all up!

I wanna get to die at the hands of the Man.
Suffering for my art is my very first command.
Being crushed for my beliefs is exactly my plan
so long as I end up dead at the hands of the Man.
Oh yeah…
Oh yeah…

You can’t beat City Hall. Everybody knows that. But it’s important to fight City Hall.
It’s important to lose to City Hall. Everybody needs that on their CV.
My CV is currently sparse in the iconoclastic department
so I need to spruce it up a tad. Maybe two tads. First, I gotta first do some harm.

Now I need to make sure I get hurt.
Fuck around and find out that I wear a hairshirt.
Play around in parks and end up eating dirt.
Make sure whatever happens that I’m heretic hurt.
Oh yeah…
Oh yeah…