| I’m an urban guerilla, I make bombs in my cellar
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| I’m a derelict dweller, I’m a potential killer
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| I’m a street fighting dancer, I’m a revolutionary romancer
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| I’m society’s cancer, I’m a suicide bomber
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| So let’s not talk of love and flowers
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| And things that don’t explode
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| We’ve used up all of our magic powers
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| Trying to do it in the road
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| Urban guerilla, urban guerilla
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| Urban guerilla, urban guerilla
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| I’m a political bandit and you don’t understand it
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| You took my dream and canned it, it is not the way I planned it
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| I’m society’s destructor, I’m a petrol bomb constructor
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| I’m a cosmic light conductor, I’m the people’s debt collector
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| So watch out Mr. Business Man, your empire’s about to blow
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| I think you’d better listen, man In case you did not know
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| Urban guerilla, urban guerilla
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| Urban guerilla, urban guerilla, let’s go man
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| I’m an urban guerilla, I make bombs in my cellar
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| I’m a derelict dweller, I’m a potential killer
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| I’m a street fighting dancer, I’m a revolutionary romancer
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| I’m society’s cancer, I’m a suicide bomber
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| So let’s not talk of love and flowers
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| And things that don’t explode
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| We’ve used up all of our magic powers
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| Trying to do it in the road
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| Urban guerilla, urban guerilla
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| Urban guerilla, urban guerilla
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| Urban guerilla, urban guerilla
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| Urban guerilla, urban guerilla |