Anger Inc. Lyrics - Adam And The Ants

Legend has it in forty seven 

Four thousand bikes met a force of seven 

Fourth of July was the time 

In a town called Hollister 

At the uphill climb 

Poor Jack Kerouac, riding with his paperback Camus 

In the pocket of his army fatigues 

It's kind of hard to spend your time 

Keeping cans of soup in line 

When you've been the waist gunner 

On a B.17 singing 

Anger Incorporated 

Anger 

Anger Incorporated 

Anger 

Whoever you are 

They will scare 

No friend of hoodlums anywhere 

Like John Dillinger, number one 

Crime crazy filthiness all rolled into one