Seems like the more   I think I know   The more I find I don't   Every answer opens up so many questions anarchy sounds good to me   Then someone asks, "Who'd fix the sewers?"   "Would the rednecks just play king   Of the neighborhood?"   How many liberators   Really want to be dictators   Every theory has its holes   When real life steps in   So how do we feed   And make room for   All the people crowded on our earth   And transfer all that wealth   From the rich to those who need it      Where do ya draw the line   Where do ya draw the line      I'm not telling you I'm asking you   Ever notice hard line radicals   Can go on start trips too   Where no one's pure and right   Except themselves "I'm cleansed of the system."   ('Cept when my amp needs electric power)   Or-"The Party Line says no.   Feminists can't wear fishnets."   You wanna help stop war?   Well, we reject your application   You crack too many jokes   And you eat meat   What better way to turn people off   Than to twist ideas for change   Into one more church   That forgets we're all human beings   Where do ya draw the line?   In Toronto someone blew up   A cruise missile warhead plant   10 slightly hurt, 4 million dollars damage   Why not destroy private property   When it's used against you and me   Is that violence   Or self-defence   You tell me