Long live the fundies, long live the extremes
Long live the wild-eyed crazies and their dreams
Without them society will end up in a hearse
Without them society can only get worse

To hell with conservatives and their fucking status quo
Their dreams of stagnation where nothing lives and nothing grows
To hell with the centre and dull grey tedium
To hell with the moderates and their unhappy medium

The world needs it's Marats, out on the fringe
Whose sacred duty is to howl, bitch and whinge
They're the early warning system, they're the lights in the dark
They're the hopes and ideals that ensure a beating heart