For the love of Anti, I have arranged my life.
For the love of Anti, I have named my art.
For the love of Anti, I have known my friends.
For the love of Anti, I’ve lived days on end.
For the love of Anti.
For the love of Anti.
For the love of Anti.

For the love of Anti, I met stars galore.
For the love of Anti, I forsake the Doors.
For the love of Anti, I ate at the Fort.
For the love of Anti, I would write reports.
For the love of Anti.
For the love of Anti.
For the love of Anti.

For the love of Anti, I produced a zine.
For the love of Anti, I went on the scene.
For the love of Anti, I stayed out all night.
For the love of Anti, I continued to write.
For the love of Anti.
For the love of Anti.
For the love of Anti.

For the love of Anti, I rocked and rolled.
For the love of Anti, my soil was soled.
For the love of Anti, I again zined.
For the love of Anti, I was finally cleaned.
For the love of Anti.
For the love of Anti.
For the love of Anti!