Back in the old nights,
Hanging with the friends,
Punks and freaks and outcasts,

We were all out for kicks,
Indulging in alcohol and sigs,
Abusing the law in the night,
Little kids out till its light.

Anarchist in the soul,
Anarchist in the soul,
Anarchist in the soul,
It was always - ''balls to the wall!''
Anarchist in the soul,
Rebel, to my world and all!

Years past and I have changed,
A law abiding citizen is now the case,
I never noticed how I changed,
Now I can't even recognize my own face,
Or what exactly I am.

And when the seasons shift around,
I remember my history that lies in the ground,
Face in the sand, with all its glory gone,
But memories intact...

Anarchist in the soul,
Anarchist in the soul,
Anarchist in the soul,
It was always - ''balls to the wall!''
Anarchist in the soul,
Rebel, to my world and all!

Solo

Anarchist in the soul,
Anarchist in the soul,
Anarchist in the soul,
It was always - ''balls to the wall!''
Anarchist in the soul,
Rebel, to my world and all!

No more...