When the revolution come I'ma be at the front banging a bass drum I'll be drunk as fuck on rum taking out the bacon to the sound of their gun So from here to wherever take off their heads with a saw and sever On the News at Ten with Trevor forward ever, backward never well they call us mindless? the problems in my mind are timeless Heartache and struggle now you expect there's gonna be trouble When the revolution come and we're out on the street chanting scum waving a loaded gun shouting "I don't wanna hurt no one"
When the revolution come and we rise up from the slum Better run boy, better run When the revolution come
You're damn right I'm a history writer freedom fighter, flame igniter No hands feed me so I might bite ya set a city on fire with a lighter Cheeky little blighter, shine your light brighter don't cut off your nose just to spite ya Never let them conquer and divide ya fight for the right to do what you like We say no retreat, no justice, no peace, no army, no police Whose streets? our streets! We're gonna come and hook up a generator power up the sound for all the demonstrator Finger on the volume it's the detonator to blow up and blast out our interrogator
When the revolution come and we rise up from the slum Better run boy, better run When the revolution comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
