Anger Inc. - Adam Ant

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

Born in the shadow of the Boozefighters

In tiny bars and up all nighters

Terrorizing the local staff

Cool and crazy

Two wheeled Luftwaffe