Brock - )

I'm an urban guerilla

I make bombs in my cellar

I'm a derelict dweller

I'm a potential killer

I'm a street fighting dancer

I'm a revolutionary romancer

I'm society's cancer

I'm a two-tone panther

So let's not talk of love and flowers

And things that don't explode

We've used up all of our magic powers

Trying to do it in the road



I'm a political bandit

And you don't understand it

You took my dream and canned it

It is not the way I planned it

I'm society's destructor

I'm a petrol bomb constructor

I'm a cosmic light conductor

I'm the people's debt collector

So watch out Mr. Business Man

Your empire's about to blow

I think you'd better listen, man

In case you did not know

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