I've figured out how to paint by numbers    by one shade of lipstick    To easily amused to be a poetic or a mystic    contented clipping coupons from the tabloids for redemption    for attention       I was seventeen, sat on the lap of a local rebel    he was living in a world so safe he had to look for trouble    I thought, 'how unlucky is he to be so overprotected    and neglected'       he said    I wanna be anarchy      I've always been here, it's been like i never existed    overlooked by the authorities, who sanitize the district    suddenly they're onto me and i can't keep a secret    they always find it       When i was 17 i thought i had a cause to champion    I was hopeful and naive, it was easy to believe in    I thought how hard can it be?    I'm not afraid of giving everything    Everything       I'd give anything for passion       I, I'm already free    I wanna be anarchy      I wanna be anarchy