Sidewalk Furniture - Anarchist EMT Lyrics

Who's that girl there hiding in the bloc?
A bottle of maalox pushed up her sock
Arms like steel beams, eyes like glass
She's got a red cross on her black face mask
Is she a communist? Maybe!
Is she a goth? Maybe!
Is she a pacifist? Probably not!
Who is she? Who is she? Who is she?
She's an anarchist EMT
Anarchist EMT
Anarchist EMT
Anarchist EMT
EMT EMT
She got it from the local community college
Her thirst for healing leftist knowledge
She's got 60 hours training in conflict resolution
And she doesn't give a shit about the constitution!
She hates reporters, she calls them vultures
The tattoos on her knees say security culture
Her left coat pocket is a faraday cage
And when she goes hunting, it's for stingrays!
F*ck ancaps, f*ck mancoms!
F*ck tankies and f*ck smoke bombs!
F*ck drones and loans and pepper spray!
You know what, f*ck the USA!
Anarchist EMT
Anarchist EMT
Anarchist EMT
Anarchist EMT
EMT EMT
Oh, chest compressions
Chest chest compressions
Chest compressions
Chest chest compressions
Chest compressions
Chest chest compressions
Who needs the gym when you've got chest compressions?!
Her mom's really into Bill O'Reilly
Her brother asks why she's never smiling
Her dad thinks unions are almost murder
But her girlfriend's a certified legal observer