Lyrics Molotov Girls - The Zolas

Molotov Girls

Gonna do what I want and that’s what’s up.
Ain’t looking for a man to hold me up.
Black coat, pink balaclava.
Throw back a double and we’ll go out.
Woo!
We’re Molotov Girls and we alright.
Dance it out 'til the streets heed the night.
So tired of being told to keep polite.
This is called being alive.
Yeah!
Skip past the snake and I’m up on the street.
We feel the lights are on us, we feel the heat.
Three sparks hit the kerosene.
Let them lonesome pretty girls throw their bodies into the machine.
We’re Molotov Girls and we alright.
Dance it out 'til the streets heed the night.
So tired of being told to keep polite.
This is called being alive.
We’re Molotov Girls and we alright.
Dance it out 'til the streets heed the night.
So tired of being told to keep polite.
This is called being alive.
We’re Molotov Girls and we alright.
Dance it out 'til the streets heed the night.
So tired of being told to keep polite.
This is called being alive.
We’re Molotov Girls and we alright.
Spark it up until the streets burn all night.
So tired of being told to keep polite.
This is called being alive.