Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Anger, Inc.’ by Adam Ant. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Adam Ant or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Legend has it in forty seven
Four thousand bikes met a force of seven
Fourth of July was the time
In a town called Hollister
At the uphill climb
Poor Jack Kerouac
Riding with his paperback Camus
In the pocket of his army fatigues
It’s kind of hard to spend your time
Keeping cans of soup in line
When you’ve been the waist gunner
On a B.17 singing
Anger Incorporated
Anger
Anger Incorporated
Anger
Whoever you are
They will scare
No friend of hoodlums anywhere
Like John Dillinger number one
Crime crazy filthiness all rolled into one
Born in the shadow of the Booze fighters
In tiny bars and up all nighters
Terrorizing the local staff
Cool and crazy
Two wheeled Luftwaffe